Is it my imagination
That I'm lying in trepidation?
Why don't I have any motivation
To do the things
I'm suppose to?
Why do I
Just sit around and complain
Instead of getting up and making a change?
The failing
The falling
The pain
Those are the only things I'll gain
If I keep on doing things this way.
So why can't I get up and make a change?
YOU ARE READING
Hope for the hopeless. Poem collection
PoetryJust a collection of poems I've written so far :) It's just stuff that comes to me and what sounds good (so that means that most of these are NOT towards ANYONE specific). -Take chances-
