Another Day Poem by Oren Johnson

Another Day



Another day has gone, as a new day begins,
Changing my life as I get rid of my sins,
Getting up off the floor,
Just heading for that open door,
To start a new chapter in my seventeen year old book,
So take a sneaky little look,
Of what it's like to be the freak that is me,
And how hard it is to be,
Happy when you feel like the world is crashing down on you,
When really it's the mind that is playing tricks too.

Another day has gone, as a new day begins,
Changing my life as I get rid of my sins,
Of emotional pain and the surfing of a messy life,
The tension between me and people around with me you could cut with a knife,
I sort of see life with different meanings in this world we hate so much,
It forces us to see the little things as the end of world, like our foot is on the clutch,
But when the big bad wolf comes knocking on your door,
You just break down and you sink back to that floor,
Forgetting about all the good that comes in your life, the stuff that makes the brain stay cool,
But instead you boil and melt inside this horror of a burning volcanic whirlpool.

Another day has gone, as a new day begins,
Changing my life as I get rid of the sins,
Like the fakes and the haters that are not worth the hour,
But they have this hold on you, this very special power,
That breaks you and takes you to a land that time forgot,
A place of pain and misery and just left you there to rot,
I have been to that place and the beauty in you just goes,
When those people you trusted compares you to those hoes,
But you're better than that and I told myself to smile,
Because there are people out there that will walk that extra mile.

Another day has gone, as a new day begins,
Changing my life as I get rid of the sins,
The journey ahead is twisted and long,
Just remember that you are you and that's not terrible or wrong,
You are who you are, why change the person you have become,
All because some idiots are giving it some,
So put down the pills, the blade and the rope,
Heaven isn't ready for you yet, you just need help to cope,
Just be who you set out to be, you are never truly alone,
And trust me I've been there and I will always pick up the phone.

Another day has gone, as a new day begins,
Today will be the day we get rid of our sins.

Friday, September 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: dark
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