I tried my best but they still want more.
I wanted more. I wasn't asking for much.
What I wanted wouldn't cost you a dime
And still, it's denied me time and time again.
I search for peace its nowhere to be found.
Maybe for a moment but with one word
All is in disarray again.
Can't I ever get a break?
When do my dreams become a reality?
When does all I've sacrificed become worth it?
No one asked me to do it, so does that make me the fool?
Nothing owed to those who give of themselves freely.
They become prostitutes for feelings.
Giving all they have and getting screwed in return.
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Happy Musings of my Inner Critic
PoetryI am on whole a very positive person. Most people who know would tend to agree. However, I have a little secret. I tend to argue, fight, and pout just about everyday with that little voice we all have in our heads. I refuse to be defeated by said an...
