Some days I feel sad
And most times, I get mad
Laying hopelessly on my bed
Sometimes I wish, I was dead
Some days I feel angry
And puke on my favorite dungry
Even when I am hungry
I sit and flip through my memory
Some days I feel broken
Like the made in China ceramic
Hearing all the blabber spoken
I become a little crazy mimic
Some days I feel lost
Among the blooming tulip meadows
But my day dream just frosts
On seeing strange shadows
Some days I feel wonderful
But most days, I feel awful
Remarks come as beautiful
When am eating a mouthful
Some days I feel lonely
Missing all those teen days
Now I smile only
Feeling blessed in many ways...
©sim
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 6:53 PM UTC
Some days I feel sad
And most times, I get mad
Laying hopelessly on my bed
Sometimes I wish, I was dead
Some days I feel angry
And puke on my favorite dungry
Even when I am hungry
I sit and flip through my memory
Some days I feel broken
Like the made in China ceramic
Hearing all the blabber spoken
I become a little crazy mimic
Some days I feel lost
Among the blooming tulip meadows
But my day dream just frosts
On seeing strange shadows
Some days I feel wonderful
But most days, I feel awful
Remarks come as beautiful
When am eating a mouthful
Some days I feel lonely
Missing all those teen days
Now I smile only
Feeling blessed in many ways...
©sim
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