do you ever get tired of just being me
do you ever get tired of the mirror yu see
do you ever get tired of fighting for yours
do you ever get tired and want so much more
i go thru each day striving for more
thinkin what does life have in store
each day i trudge on trying to better my life
wondering why im stil not a wife
i do as i wish others do unto me
yet here i sit struggling to let my heart free
i see others around me who have so much more
and do shit to get it disbelief to the core
this poem makes no sense but i guess thats the way
its goes when so much comes into play
thoughts in my head swimming a torrent of hell
how did i get here going where not sure hell
you all know i write what comes to mind
right now im thinking when do i get mine
i fight and i struggle and work off my ass
while others sit back and get theirs so fast
i try to do good and try to be right
but for my needs its always a fight
i dont want for much and i know iam blessed
i guess what i need is just a head rest
time to be silly time to not care
time to live life and do all i dare
to just let things go and not worry when
bills will be paid or where ill be then
dont get this poem twisted inside
its not to feel sorry and sure not to hide
sometimes in life yu just need to feel sad
sometimes in life its ok to feel bad
yu cant always smile or laugh and be bright
cause sometimes in life shit just aint right
so this poem is mine to say how i feel
happy or not my feelings r real
