Reasons
Today we must justify everything that we do, Every move, every step that we take.
Everything we do must have a reason,
Reasons for the choices we make.
I must have a reason to get out of bed
I must have a reason for the thoughts in my head.
I must have a reason for the way that I feel,
I must have a reason for the skipping of meals.
I'm too tired to move, I can't sleep at night.
I've got nothing to lose, for I'm losing sight.
I'm not hungry or full, just empty inside.
These reasons I have, do not qualify.
You must come to work, you cannot be late.
You must eat all of the food on your plate.
"It's just a bad day", "get a grip and move on",
My reasons aren't valid? I must "carry on".
All of these things become other reasons,
They've become the reason I'm late.
Why go to work or go anywhere at all
When I can't even concentrate?
Why eat the food to fill up my stomach,
When I'm not even hungry a bit?
It won't fill the hole, deep in my soul,
Where my pain is a bottomless pit.
I can't justify all the times that I cry,
because my reasons don't really exist.
HB
- Author: insideout ( Offline)
- Published: January 5th, 2016 18:22
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this after being told that I MUST have a reason why my day was bad, or why I felt sad. I didn't. Now I feel I have I justify everything I do and I can't live like that anymore. It's okay for things just to be, without a reason.
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