Sometimes I’m mad,
Sometimes I’m sad,
Sometimes I’m glad,
But mostly, I just feel I’ve been had.
They say press on,
They say you’re doing great,
They say you might even be a rockstar,
But in truth, I feel too late.
They say keep going, you’re almost there,
But it begs the question, where?
The pain is too much to bear,
It hurts so much, but I need to share,
For silence deafens, and leaves me askew,
Alas, I’m ready for something new.
It’s been a while since I’ve written,
My true thoughts have been hidden,
But I’m ready to open up my heart,
And I pray you deem this a worthy start.