Tomorrow

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.