Sometimes I feel like
I can't even write
Sometimes
Sometimes the world
Only sees your crimes
All those times
You've given dimes
They still say you're slime
But really they don't see the truth
They take the youth
And bend the truth
For they want you to be 'safe'
But really we just feel unsafe
We just want to be free
And go climb that tree
But some get pelted
Their confidence melted
It seems impossible
To reach that icicle
That one that shines the rainbow
But somehow
Some evil exists
All balance just tips
And the happy loose their colors.
Sometimes
Man's best friend
Helps you hear the chimes
The chimes that help the sad times end
Sometimes
I want to hear the chimes
Because those bad times
They won't last forever
But some don't know that
And sometimes
Those stories of glory
Find the end of that glory
And the more ends of a story
The longer those bad times survive
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Authors note
I wrote this some time ago when I was having a hard time at school. Gradewise and I argued a lot with my parents but I thought it was good so I wrote down my feelings and now I feel a little better.
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The Words Of A Healing Mind
PoetryJust a collection of poems or stories that I've written over time.They can get dark. Some are goofy. But I write as much as possible