Struggling With Myself

Fri, 12/02/2016 - 11:05 -- Motag

Sometimes I feel like a light.

At some moments I feel so bright,

But others I feel dull.

Also like the leaves of fall.

They’re so beautiful with their colors,

Orange, yellow, brown, red,

Yet, I can’t seem to get out of bed.

I can hear the clock go tick tock,

But I feel trapped inside a tiny box.

I’ve tried to not to feel hopeless,

      But I’m too selfless

This poem is about: 
Me

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