When I have no idea who I am,
Or what I want.
I’m just trying my best.
To do the right thing,
Be the good guy,
the one who deserves the happy ending.
But I’m getting sick of chasing rainbows
That clearly don’t exist.
Why work so hard just to end up where I was before?
Tired and completely alone.
What’s the point of wishing on a star?
When I know it’s all about to come crashing down.
If pain is how we gain things in life
I don’t want any part of it.
It’s been raining for a while now
So I’m just biding my time until I become
that person you need me to be.
After all, I still don’t fit that cookie cutter mold.
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Author:
hopelessjuliet (
Offline) - Published: August 9th, 2016 22:27
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
WELCOME JULIET ~ Thanks for a challenging poem. Well penned but a despairing subject ! We all chase rainbows ~ but seldom find the pot of GOLD.. Your final lines offer some hope ! Tanks for sharing BRIAN
Faith, hope, love. The greatest is love. We must go on and enjoy the present and hope for the future. We must stop chasing rainbows and look in front of us and see that the blessing is there; around us.
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