I do feel sick
A lot of the time
Like there's nausea
And I'm sick to my stomach
My headache is throbbing
My neck feels like its broken
And I'm choking -
Like my eyes aren't in focus
Like the world's pretty fuzzy
Like one side of my glasses is broken
Like what I think that is right
Is really just a joke
And they're laughing.
My inability
To settle for choking
Hard poking my sides
Like hitting a bump on a ride -
I feel like something's not right
And I don't know where to focus my fight
Continue this rhyme?
Which question is right?
It feels pointless
Most of the time
Lost in a puzzle
A riddle that just won't budge
It never feels enough
Like I'll never find a fight
That's worth fighting for
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Can I Say Goodbye?
PoetryI'm always searching for something worth staying for but I can't seem to find that until then please don't mind me because I'm just a traveler passing through. When I'm not satisfied or happy I'll leave and find a new path, so just let me say goodby...
