When I look at you, a million things roam my mind.
How do you smile?
Or laugh?
Do you not see the world you live in?
How is it possible to be so blind?
Life has a funny way of playing out.
Pain, lust, depression, sorrow.
It's been a while since I've been able to say
"I look forward to tomorrow."
Growing up, I was told two stories.
Life is a wonderful thing. Or, life is pain.
To this day, I'd truly like to believe the first,
But I've only ever seen the worst.
So go on living your care-free life,
Where you are legally blind to all things un-beautiful.
Disguising your hurt under glitter and sparkles.
Maybe next week,I'll be okay.
I just need to figure out how to look forward to tomorrow.
YOU ARE READING
Tomorrow
PoetryA poem about how one views the world, and is struggling to look forward to tomorrow.