I haven't been myself lately.
I'm sorry. I try.
Through the motions I roll,
Day after day.
I act like I'm fine and I'm okay.
Through my eyes you can see the lies.
Through the motions I roll,
Day after day.
You can tell me anything.
I wonder, when is it my turn?
Through the motions I roll
Day after day.
Why don't you care? Why won't you listen?
These are the questions I dare to ponder.
Through the motions I roll
Day after day.
The rain is my tears, thunder my screams
Why won't the storms leave?
Through the motions I roll
Day after day
I haven't been myself lately.
I'm sorry. I try.
Though the motions I roll
Day after day.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoetryThis is all original poetry by me. I hope you enjoy reading basically my whole life.
