I have no other choice,
what I'm really supposed to be.
I am really stressed out
but, no one's really able to see.
I'm reckless these days
being chastised all-day
but how do I even tell,
that wasn't really me?
Feeling so dumb
in my insides
and on the outside,
like a pair of perfectly
polished worn-out shoes,
looking good as new
but that's not really true,
I know this ain't me.
I'm tired of what I'm supposed to be.
Brooding in from the inside
Smiling on the outside
Going down the wrong side
Cuz, I do have a dark side
I'm tired of what I'm supposed to be.
And who knows
what I'll be in the future?
I don't really know.
What am I really supposed to be?
Let me tell you one thing,
I really can't work anymore
like a broken-down machine
Failing to meet,
the ever-mounting demands made.
I'm tired of what I'm supposed to be,
I'm tired of what I'm supposed to be,
and I'm tired to the extent
now being what I'm not supposed to be.
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My Poetry Collection
PoetryMy favorite pass time. I now have many of my own. Let me show you what real poetry means as you flip through the pages. So why not take a chance??? P.S: I can't believe this is blew up in just one day, but thank you for the love! (Duh, I still don't...
