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Mar 2
Sometimes I get to thinking
I can't help myself
Losing to life's meaning
Wishing I was someone else

It doesn't seem I'm happy
With who I truly am
A part of me thinks sadly
I wish I could but can't

Which drives me even deeper
Than I could hope to go
Fooled by the great deceiver
Losing out on hope

That I might climb out of this
If I only knew the way
Being my own Judas kiss
In whom I choose to betray

Which brings me back to circling
In the way I think
It's only me I'm hurting
With these thoughts I keep

Wishing I was someone else
Instead of whom I'm meant to be
Too often now, I've lost count
With all these things I socially think
I really believe social media has ruined us.
Mike Hauser
Written by
Mike Hauser  Sunny Florida
(Sunny Florida)   
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