Tonight, my mind will start to come undone,
I start to wonder if I'm capable of pleasing anyone.
An imaginary list of rights and wrongs,
Voice inside as loud as a gong.
Toss and turn, I cannot run from my imperfections.
As much as I try, I can never change my reflection.
I sigh and try to fall into the only place I can truly rest, simple sleep.
I can only hope that for the next day, this will not repeat.
Tomorrow, I will be rid of the sin of today.
Tomorrow, I will be freed from this dismay.
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anonymouseden (
Offline) - Published: October 30th, 2024 08:57
- Category: Reflection
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great rhyme. better metaphors, i think you would enjoy some of my own poems don't feel a need to check them out
Hehe thank you :33, i was kinda scared 2 post this since i dont really post my writing, but this made me a bit happy, i'll def check ur work :]
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