Some days I walk high..
My head in the sky.
Others, I am low
Endless tears I cry.
Sometimes I am loud, oh so proud.
Others I am dying inside a crowd.
There are days where my eyes hold a happy gaze.
Others..I find me in an everlasting maze.
Searching for happy. Looking for content.
Counting time wasted and spent.
But its not over in the search I will find.
Whats truly mine. How to be happy. Why must I show how I am so kind?
Why is it so I need the proof?
Maybe its because...
How I wish you really knew...
Days like this my date of birth I rue.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC
Some days I walk high..
My head in the sky.
Others, I am low
Endless tears I cry.
Sometimes I am loud, oh so proud.
Others I am dying inside a crowd.
There are days where my eyes hold a happy gaze.
Others..I find me in an everlasting maze.
Searching for happy. Looking for content.
Counting time wasted and spent.
But its not over in the search I will find.
Whats truly mine. How to be happy. Why must I show how I am so kind?
Why is it so I need the proof?
Maybe its because...
How I wish you really knew...
Days like this my date of birth I rue.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
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