A good day for poetry.

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I trotted through young life to find,
That there’s nothing here for me.
This world is cruel and I feel used,
And I just want to be free.

In our lives down here we hate ourselves –
Yet no one really knows.
When we talk about what troubles us,
We feed our shame with clothes.

Many times I stay up late and feel
Like nothing’s going right.
As if right can be defined by words –
When I roll over at night.

Contemplation brings up nothing new
But for long past regrets.
When wisdom comes as a poltergeist,
I hold it to my chest.

Days slink on and the nights are long,
And the doubts are never quenched.
I live for times of joyful noise
But I find my hands are clenched.

I keep looking for the blemishes –
Empty smiles and dry words.
If I study hard enough, they’re there,
Amongst the happy hoards.

Are we all depressed and too helpless –
For anything to change?
I want so much to scream and cry,
And let go of this rage.

But manners constrict my heart so much,
I shrug and look away.
The day when I step outside myself
I’m not sure that I’ll pray.

It’s time for resolution, you say –
As I wipe away a tear.
A pat on the back and fading smile,
The moment disappears.

Pain suspends, yet seldom vanishes,
Through the joint in our souls.
To this secret place we will return –
And desperately unfold.



-me.

You'd better not plagiarize my work. ;) I wish you all luck as you spend your days trying to figure out what the hell you're doing on this planet. I'm still working on that one.