get up.
your day won't turn out exactly how you want
the text won't always be your favorite font
learn to be yourself, love
learn to fit your own glove
you look at yourself, see your holes
but your jeans have holes in them too
when the earth turns so quick
we worry about what makes it tick
to the point we make ourselves sick
take in the day as we see it fit
don't back down, who's to quit
when you're so close to the house
you've been working towards
staying silent and as quiet as a mouse
you don't see yourself with a ring anymore
so what does that matter?
it doesn't change the broken glass on the floor
or the deafening slam of the apartment door
your mind wants to take you on a tour
and show yourself why your mind is sore
plug in
zone out
download your conscience
upload painful thoughts
left in the dark
right in the middle
don't let it take you for a ride
because it won't sit at your side
it mocks your attitude
biting till you're chewed
not one of us was born wrong
but nothing is as easy as song
don't cry so loud, don't make a sound
though this shit may put me in the ground
it doesn't mean i won't ever be around
be safe, keep from getting drowned
please be happy, don't wear a frown
i love you, sweetheart.
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
