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Why do I feel the way that I do
When I’m upstairs in my head
When the world comes crashing down upon you
I should be laughing instead
But what is there to laugh about
When the whole world is crying
Just a smile won’t help anymore
The world needs something
But I don’t know what it is
At least I know I need more
Just to be happy is all that I ask
And not to feel dead inside
The frown on my face is only a mask
I’m putting it all aside
But what is there to laugh about
When the whole world’s in self destruct
People just don’t understand
Well I can procrastinate
And just sit and stagnate
I’m just washing my hands
Of what we just don’t understand
5 comments:
Another quality, thought-provoking piece, Don.
I'm sure I'm not alone in my enthusiasm to see more of your work, keep them coming.
I agree with Matt. This was awesome Don. You've come a long way, from the daughter of two alcoholics, I am very proud of you:~)
Hi Donald!
Just arrived home, it's a warm Saturday evening, big bright full moon shines down on my balcony, in the back, and I turn on the computer and luck has it I stumbled upon your blog.
Because what a beautiful way to end my day: reading your poetry.
BRAVO!
Big hugs always,
Mudd a.k.a. Oza
xoxo
Hi Donald, this is a very good blog post and a great blog. I'm adding you to my blogroll. Keep up the good work. cheers!
Hey Donald nice work! i like your style of expression.. check my stuff out and tell me what you think when time permits! cheers!
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