You ask me why I'm frowning,
I feel like I'm drowning,
I have too much to do.
I know I'm only young,
They tell me hold my tongue,
But this is my fight too.
I don't have enough time,
Please give me a sign,
That I'm doing alright.
Where is my place?
Is it a hopeless chase?
The world is giving me a fright.
YOU ARE READING
Late Night Poetry
PoetryRambly poems that I write late at night. I only just realised that rhymed, how ironic. Uploads every Friday
