The Sun Is Shining On Only A Select Few
I feel trapped
I am in Hell
stuck in this body
this ugly situation
should be getting better
but it has become like prison
and familiar faces have become
complete strangers to me
Am I really so different?
Walked further off the path then you
had to see the road ahead
but I might as well be dead
for all the good it didn't do
The sun is shining
on only a select few
but all I have is my poetry
I am such a tool
Now don't get upset
just talking trash
wondering how long
ill fortunes might last?
four days until another holiday
absent family will leave me alone
won't even bother to phone
never even asked me to come home
friends that mean well
are too far away
I keep on changing
this situation keeps rearranging
finding it all quite damaging
another scar for my soul
but I still have control
pushing it all away
sailing out a window
whether it is night or day
sometimes I can't even fathom
wondering why life seems completely random
The sun is shining
on only a select few
but all I have is my poetry
I am such a fool
mathiasthom
written 12/21/09
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