I always admired from the windows
Never buying the fancy clothes
Constantly looking for a job
Because I will not be labeled as a slob
I've never been very wealthy
But always tried to stay healthy
I was jealous of the kids with the nice shoes
That's what always kept me in the blues
I grew up in a broken home
That's why my mind tends to roam
It always seemed to be bad weather
But I always tried to keep it together
I walk around holding a smile
But it hasn't been real in a while
It always seems to be fake
When's it gonna stop for christ sake
I can't handle keeping it all in
The ice I'm walking on is a hair thin
I try to always have hope
Always trying to find someway to cope
They say money isn't everything
They are the people who have diamond rings
The world is so fucking greedy
Yet they all say "give to the needy"
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Pardon My Poetry
PoesíaThis is just a story of poems I've wrote. Most of them were wrote late at night when I couldn't sleep, or when I was bored or overwhelmed. Requests are open, feel free to comment something you would like me to write about.
