Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Post 48: Poetry...a thing...?

I'm pretty sure I posted this already, but I'm going to do it again. 

I'm abused quite a bit. 
On one side I'm thrown into a jam, 
On the other against a wall. 

I know my job is to provide a way for people and during certain times it's the hardest thing in the world. 

Some want me to shut up,
Others want me to open up and reveal what's inside. 

I put up a fight for the latter and complain  loud enough for everyone to hear. 

I want to do things my way but no one listens to what I want. 
They just use me. 

I see a lot on both sides, but tell no one. 
I guess I want things to change, but not drastically. 

My life is quite enjoyable as it is. 
It's tough to be adoore. 

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