Sometimes all I wanna drink are my salty tears
dipping through my lips and falling back to my fears.
Sometimes all I wanna avoid is my mirroring through the mirror
and my defective self.
Sometimes all I feel is pity for self
and I see the youngins being adored.
Sometimes all I see is me getting betrayed
and winners all abroad.
Sometimes all my hands feel are the two cents
on my palms,
starving myself for the fullness of time.
Sometimes all I do is lay back and cry
when there is much more to be done.
Sometimes all I hear is laughter
surrounding me
Either at me or their own beauty.
Sometimes all I wish to do is take flight to paradise
but all that stops me is my ignorance,
of it's cost and where it belongs.
Sometimes all I feel is the burden of the earth on me
and a little bit of oxygen to not kill me;
It lets me struggle for being ceased.
And for the time being,
I smile.
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This poem is actually about how I feel sometimes, when I am upset. I wrote it when I was. Well can anybody relate?
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