Every Day
by on February 28, 1998 in Poetry

The doctors aren’t helping
My sickness won’t heal
So why even bother
I’ll learn not to feel
The pain that reminds me
I’m never okay
The pain that I wake up with
Every day
I’m tired of hoping
To be understood
That someone will look
In my eyes
They won’t see my face
But look into my soul
And accept
Everything that I hide
So I’ve tossed up my hands
And I now walk alone
Simply too tired to pretend
Unamused by the small talk
I’ll save all my words
My message though
One day I’ll send
When all of you fools
Don’t expect it to happen
I’ll grow wings and I’ll just
Fly away
Free from your judgments
And all of the pain
That I wake up with
Every day

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