What is ever truthful, and is anything real?
Just have to believe it...just have to...
I try to hold the tears back, they still fall
Uncontrollably, no more and again, again
They fall...
Disenchanted songs play in my head
Thoughts like water shed, overflow
Beyond the cliff, Down to drift free
All this disbelief is made of dark
Things that attack and hurt the soul
In this place there is nowhere to go
No way to grow, the more warmth
You bare, the colder they stare and
So, you disappear because it’s what
They want and you can’t please
Everyone, so the only thing to do is
Pick yourself up and move on until
You don’t fall, keep trying in hopes
You’ll find the glow of a star that's true...
Baring my soul here, it is human to feel...just being real which is hard for me sometimes. I am used to putting on that happy face like a lot of people. In a sad state today. I arrived at work this morning, and thirty minutes later was called into an office with my supervisor and a HR rep and fired for a vague reason. I was given the choice to resign within two days or be discharged. I chose to be discharged because it doesn't feel right to resign when I was told to and not my choice. My dad died on 12/20/18, and it was hard enough to go into work while still in the grieving process. This poem is a release of some of what I've been feeling. Just being real. Peace and love! <3