You know it's the end of the day when
It's loud and clear
That you're the only one
Standing in the parking lot of life,
And waging your wars behind your face,
Just a speck of dust.
Small and needy.
The future
Is in despair
And you cry.
Sleepwalking
Through the mud,
Knowing the limb might break,
And you might fall out of touch.
You fall apart.
And never hear a sound
All you want is what you had.
Pride.
YOU ARE READING
Masks
PoesiaI write what I want. I'm not depressed and never have been. I just love writing and this is how I express myself when I'm upset. Enjoy.
