As the days fly by
As the week goes on
I'm slowly growing weaker
I'm slowly wanting to go on less
I'm pulled from one place
To the next
Between 6 different people
All who which look to me for guidance
I have to deal with five other people at home
All of which I don't get along with
As the school year approaches
I feel the pressure of my summer work
Am I ready for my Jr year?
More stress
Less fun
More mess
My blade has won
The pain of years before
The pain that fallows me
The memories of wars
The memories that I thought held the key
YOU ARE READING
Do you even know?
PoetryDoes anyone know the feeling that no one knows you? That you always put on such a good act that people can never tell if you are okay or not?
