I keep telling myself
"Things are going to change"
But it still feels like a lie
It all may stay the same
I'm up and down
Though most of the time I'm falling
And it's hard to bring myself back
Knowing that tomorrow once again will be dark
I count my blessings and I see
I have more than I can account for
But I cannot look beyond
What still I haven't got
So I lie to myself
Each and every day
"Everything will be fine"
And I smile and pretend to feel bright
But inside I have already given up
Even though I am tired of this down
I don't want to put up a fight
I know I won't be winning this round
So I lie to myself
And do it all over again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
give as you'd want to receive? we can live in the Universe of our choice the fast that you're searching means you are on the path I think you're a great soul