You would expect too much from certain people sometimes,
Thinking you could be something, that you are stable and wise,
Mature and able to understand,
And would solve anything out of hand,
Great and better alone,
No problems you are fully grown
Your thoughts are all over the place,
Your excuses are always about how you need more space,
How long am i going to tolerate all of this?
Opinions matter wether its hers or his
You are born under rules you never agreed to follow,
Growing up you realize our society is hollow
You are ungrateful to be depressed,
And your cries kept getting suppressed
So what's the point of love when you will still feel hate,
Whats the point of answers that weren't worth the wait,
What's the point of support when you never get it,
What's the point of healing when you never let it?
We will stumble and fall alot,
But new lessons will always be taught.
Be clear and fight some more,
Reach in to your broken core,
If you love give up hate,
And if you hate,your effort wasn't great.
At last you will still win,
Even if you know how broken you've been,
At last you'll always win,
So don't give up or keep it in.
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Diary of a sad poet
PoetryThis book is a original diary which is entirely poems! Every poem tells a story of its own, Rising sadness and happiness, guilt, fear, regret, emotions find their way through my words. Every poem is original and made entirely by me. Your sad poet.
