This feeling I have inside…
Not so happy, I cannot hide…
This yucky feeling I feel in my chest,
I try to feel better I do my best.
But where do you go when all you feel is pain…
I feel rejected and full of disdain!
The place I’m in, the feeling I feel…
I sit and wonder is this all real?
I’m tired of dreaming,
I’m tired of failing…
I just think I need to get out…
Go out and about…
I want to have fun!
Run in the sun!
Scream my lungs out!
I DON’T WANT TO POUT!
I’m tired and stressed…
This pressure I’m so pressed.
This job I’m so sick…
This life I need to kick…
I’ll change it up sooner or later…
Who knows, I’m probably just a slacker…
I need to go. I’m tired now…
I’m getting so fat… I LOOK LIKE A COW….
My rhyming session of my stress…
I hope you’re impressed…
I’m done now goodbye…
Dang! I have gunk in my eye…
Impressed, yes....but don't stay depressed! Get up and get dressed...get out your stess and most of all, be blessed!
Oh, and check out my poem on Thankfulness in all the Wrong Places; it kind of puts a new spin on things! Peace out!
Bekka Joy
That poem made me smile! Greatly written!
Thank you for the smile on such a dreary day.