Book of Poetry

In My Head

Wouldn't it be nice to be able to explain
Every little feeling that comes into your brain
And to toss out the emotions you don't want to understand
But to always keep the better ones that make you feel so grand
Wouldn't it be nice to every once in a while
Be able to pick out the things that make a real smile
So that in the moments that you feel you need it most
It won't be a fake smile that you have to boast
Wouldn't it be nice to know things will all work out
I'm not thinking of that false confidence everyone talks about
I'm talking about the real thing, to know everything's okay
So that you don't have that burden around your shoulders all day
Wouldn't it be nice to finally have enough sleep
To not have anymore homework or busy thoughts to keep
You're wide awake when it is time for you to go to bed
Maybe all these things could happen if you just got out of your head