I began to cry
On how tired
I am.
And then I laugh
At my facade
The brushes I pull
To make someone's day.
I could be an actress
For all I care
But when the show is over
The tears start dripping into the air.
An endless cycle
Is what my life holds
One full of broken dreams
And broken hopes.
Broken hopes
That our world may be accepting
To a small, young girl
Who isn't ready
To face the tough life
And the pressure that it accompanies.
With the worries and strife
And too tired to harm
She slips under covers
Where she can at once meet her mom.
Even if
It's for a few
minutes.
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Poems for a Rainy Day
שיריםSome people stock up on pennies for rainy days: I stock up on small poems. Just a few random poems that I create when I am bored. For the best experience (if you even have a good experience), I would recommend reading each line by itself. Thanks fo...
