We all have problems
You think I want this?
You think I'm happy?
That I'm okay?
That I don't go home, clenched fists
Screaming an ever so painful silence
because why fight when you know you've lost?
That a storm doesn't rage when I pass a mirror?
That my laughter heals the scars?
Do you think it's easy?
We all have problems
and you don't know mine.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC
We all have problems
You think I want this?
You think I'm happy?
That I'm okay?
That I don't go home, clenched fists
Screaming an ever so painful silence
because why fight when you know you've lost?
That a storm doesn't rage when I pass a mirror?
That my laughter heals the scars?
Do you think it's easy?
We all have problems
and you don't know mine.
Random phrases pop into my head sometimes and I try to write them down. Then I guess they turn into this stuff.
