The End
I need the end to be here
That’s when it will all be okay
I need to forget about the fear
And get on with my day
This week was hard
The next might not be any better
The haunting thoughts I try to disregard
Keep coming at me like a beggar
People come and go all the time
My mind is the only thing constant
And although it may often be a climb
To maintain happy is the goal of my conscience
Until then, to my mind I will tend
Because everything will be okay in the end
This poem is about:
Me
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