Some days are bad Some days I don't believe in me Some days I can't see a happy ending not in this life not in this reality Some days I have to imagine myself in an alternate world just to make it through a day in this one
Some days are better Some days I have faith in me Some days I can hear laughter miles ahead this is my life this is my reality Some days I do exactly what I should to create my ideal world and those days are easier than this one
Some days are easy, butΒ other days I'm chasing memoriesΒ of a different me
this is bad. i might do a different poem with that last line. it's been stuck in my head for weeks and i didn't do it justice