I’m standing in the rain,
Waiting for the puddles to encompass me completely.
Just as the lightning cracks,
I catch a glimpse of reality,
For it to be taken away within seconds.
The rumbling of the thunder never ceases,
As I’m knocked to my knees,
Over and over.
I’m trapped inside this damn fire.
My flesh burning with every ember that touches me.
The roof collapses on me,
Restricted to use any part of my body.
But the firefighters don’t help me,
They just laugh in my face at my failure.
Flames spread quickly,
Until the entire world is burning to the ground.
It can’t get any worse,
Nothing else can go wrong .
But it does,
Over and over.
I’m sitting in a tree,
Looking over the farmer’s field.
When the limb breaks,
It seems like I never stop falling.
The birds tend to their young,
And the squirrels run up the tree trunks.
They have no cares,
So how is my world falling apart?
As the ground breaks my fall,
I’ve had enough,
And the wind is knocked out of me,
Over and over.
I’m rolling in the rapids of the river,
Doing somersaults as each wave encases me.
Just as I come above the water,
My body crashes into the rocks,
Causing the scars that reside on my body.
I’ve been separated from my loved ones,
Lost and alone.
Screams that call for help,
But no one ever comes.
I’m drowning in the river,
Over and Over.
I’m the tape in the VCR,
Having no control of my doing.
They watch me in slow motion,
As I try to survive through this crap.
I wish I could destroy the tape,
Pulling the never ending film out.
My failure comes to an end,
But they just press rewind,
And watch my misery,
Over and over.
I'm a puppet on strings,
Putting on a show for all to see.
Not able to make my own decisions,
As I try to once put my feet on the floor.
Scissors need to cut these strings,
I long for the day I have control of my life again.
I'm sick of disappointing everyone,
Because everytime the show gets good,
I mess it up,
Over and over.
I'm that girl that you and your friends laugh at,
Calling me "that depressed girl."
I may not be perfect,
And I may be struggling with every step I take,
But doesn't everyone?
I bet you feel the way I do,
But your too scared to show it,
'Cause it might screw up you reputation.
At least I have friends that won't judge me,
When I'm upset,
Like your's do,
Over and Over.
You are the lighning and the thunder,
The roof and the firefighters.
You are the limb,
The birds and the squirrels.
You are the rocks and the rapids,
And the river.
You are the VCR and the remote,
And the puppeteer.
Over and over.
You want to know why I don't like you?
Because your all these things,
And more.
But you and your smart remarks won't get to me,
I'll try to hold my head high.
You won't win this war,
Because I have learned how to deal with you,
Over and over.
You won't be the lightning nor the thunder,
The roof nor the firefighter.
You won't be the limb,
The birds nor the the squirrels.
You won't be tge rocks nor the rapids,
Nor the river.
You won't be the VCR not the remote,
Nor will you be the puppeteer.
Over and over.
You will be the dirt on the ground,
Because I don't care what you think or do,
Anymore,
Over and over.
YOU ARE READING
Over and Over
PoetryA poem I wrote about being knocked to the ground over and over and people just standing there watching you.