How can I try to express,
all the feelings down inside me-
Look at me,
I'm still young
but am I happy.....
*
How can I complain
when all in all, the truth is;
I'm not ready for the virtues
I'm still sruggling.
*
There are church bells on the byways
ringing out across the highways.
They ring truth
but what they bring is not united.
*
Are we hypocrites at heart?
And is hypocrisy an art?
Who am I to judge
what's been delivered?
*
And I don't give too much thought
about all the day has got.
Sometimes the truth is not for me
at times I fight it.
*
Oh I've been born so many times
and I'm feeling kinda bad
cause I still want more to come
Oh am I happy.....
*
I'm not ready for the clouds
my roots are still attached here
I'll admit that I am strong
but I am lonely.
*
Oh how can I express
all the feelings welled inside me
I am young
look at me
but am I happy....
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I spill my tears;
I cry aloud;
And YES I am still proud;
I am human
I admit
and its not easy.
*
I think of all the love I've got
I think of all the friends I met here
then I'm full, and do you know
how much you've touched me...
*
Yes I'm young
I'm still here
and I am Happy
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