Note To Self
You work so hard
But, make no regard
No one can refute
For it is the truth
Your head would hurt
Your heart would sink
Your body may break
But, the way you stand
Is still so great
You smile and wave
Amongst the people in your way
They see you as someone
Who's always got something to say
To you, they share their unending worries
And then, you say, "come on, what's with the hurry?"
You describe yourself as someone filled with melancholia
You try so hard to break your stigma
But, I'm here to say, you've done enough
It's time to rest now, Alicia
A collection of poems written by aquintaine.
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Melancholia.
Poetrymelancholy, blithe and bewildered poesies this is not a place you'd want to enter
