Sometimes,
I feel like all the paper in the world,
Could not express how I feel.
Others,
I feel like my dull emotions,
Could hardly fill a page.
Sometimes,
I feel as if I know exactly who I am,
And everything fits in place.
Others,
I feel as if I am somebody else,
And I can’t fit in my own skin.
Sometimes,
The world seems to be such a happy place,
Where I can achieve my dreams.
Others,
I wonder how people could be so horrible,
And where I stand on the issue of humanity.
Sometimes,
I know exactly what I want,
And feel as if I can get it.
Others,
Everything feels so out of reach,
I wonder why I bother trying.
Sometimes,
Joy is the only thing I can feel,
And smiling is the only thing I can do.
Others,
Sadness envelopes me for no reason,
And mysterious tears fall.
Sometimes,
I am grateful for who I am,
And what I feel.
Others,
I wish I was immune to the pain of life,
And that I was somebody else.
2007-08-01
06:41:48
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➔ Poetry
Sometimes,
I am glad that I think too much,
To realize that without the tears there is no laughter.
Others,
The words seem hollow,
And I wonder how I could be so happy in this hard world.
Sometimes,
The battles inside of me seem normal,
And I think I can conquer them.
Sometimes,
I am happy with who I am,
And what I hope to become.
Sometimes,
I wonder which is larger,
The sometimes in life or the others.
I hope it is the sometimes,
Because I know that happiness,
Lies in the sometimes of the world.
And the others,
Are just there to make up for when,
The next joys of sometimes are still on their way.
Sometimes,
I wonder if I’m crazy,
But then I smile.
Because sometimes I think craziness is just fine.
2007-08-01
06:42:06 ·
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