My spirits are low No more inspiration No matter the perspiration The stars have refused to glow It's probably because I'm happy But why should happy make ****** And poems not worthwhile Well feel like frowning this smile Even just for a little while I wish inspiration was at a dial
Well, sorry poets, not feeling like poetry since I received an email that I made it through to the Barclays young leaders mentoring program.. My essay was among the best.So I have a lot of anxiety and strange emotions. So used to feeling empty, I even don't know how to be happy anymore :o