My day, my cake, my family with fake masks, uncover the truth, stay put.
Don't look, don't go, restrictions on space, my limitless.
Oh, how the sun shines on me today.
Fill pals, fill empty hearts, but they grow to be brutal.
My cologne doesn't smell the same, I am sick.
Oh, how the sun shines on me today.
I get by, without being broken, glass behind a safe.
Opposites, my shirt is flipped and so is my memory, I have not eaten.
Oh, how the sun shines on me today.
Claimed by a poor family, they have just enough to spare.
They have watched, and seen, I am a victim, for the first time.
They know what I like, and dislike, I have found love.
Unlike draining conversations, these are plentiful.
Unsettled to this feeling, but it feels right.
Oh, how the sun shines on me today.
This poem is of many, this is a series that I have been thinking about, the series itself is called "Eugene". But this specific poem in my early starting series is dedicated to an important person in my life who has taught me to be humble. Hope you enjoy :)
