Counting days as if they're calories
'Cause each one of them makes me feel heavy.
As I get older,
I put more weights on my shoulders
But I don't think I'm strong enough to lift them.
And here I am again,
Counting days as if they're exercises
But most of the times
I don't know how to do them
And I just improvise.
As I get older,
I try to run as fast as I can
But I'm just stuck on a treadmill.
And here I am again,
Counting days as if they're sheep
Hoping to never wake up and forever sleep.
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MY SIDE OF THE STORY
PoetryDuring the past few years I found out that people I used to be friends with would talk about me behind the scenes, creating their own scripts and scenarios & making me the villain in their own story. Not only that, the general public, along with soc...
