My mind is a mystery
Some days are good, and some days are bad.
But no matter what, I always feel sad, with all of these little things that I could never have
My mind is a mystery
It's full of fantasy, that will never ever seem to come true.
Those dreams and those wonders that I wish I could do, make me feel like some gum that's stuck on a shoe. But one thing that's brings some smiles is you, yet some days I feel that you and me are through.
My mind is a mystery
If you looked at my history, you'll see why I'm pestering, in all of these thoughts that are making me festering, in my own head for some sort of answer.
An answer for happiness, an answer for glee. If only I wasn't judgmental, judgemental of me, of my life and I could see. The true way of being happy. Maybe it's sitting there and sharing some tea, or maybe I should stop, and just let my life be. Maybe that's the realy way, of being happy.
My mind is a mystery, especially to me.
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Written In Thoughts
PoetryPoetry written by me. Every peom written down is first imagined up as complex thoughts, then put into words as best as I can
