Post by Honeysmom on Mar 21, 2004 13:16:03 GMT -5
I have never written a poem before, but today was the day. I am really down, and I can't describe it or why I feel this way so I just started writing and I want to share it here.
There is something wrong inside me,
and I don't really care.
It's growing and living in my heart,
a pain that's surly there.
I don't know how to fix it,
or make it go away.
But the warm sunshine of yesterday,
has turned all cloudy and grey.
I don't know what caused this gloom,
or why I'm even mad.
I just know it has to go away,
'cause I can't keep feelin' this bad.
My mood is quickly changing,
like falling down a hill.
But there must be a fix for this,
a drug, a shot, a pill?
I hate the way my children see,
their mom be such a drag.
The crying, the screaming, the touchiness,
They must think I'm a hag!
My husband thinks he's hurt me somehow,
he never has, he never did.
He's truly the one I dreamed about when I was a little kid.
I see myself as ugly,
don't think I'm very smart.
I think I've been just plain lucky, playing the mother part.
Not many people know me,
or very well at least.
They have no idea how often it is,
I struggle with this beast.
I am two seperate women,
all in one screwed up brain.
I'm the person who wishes and waits,
for a day that nasty with rain.
I'm also really happy,
I make my family smile.
For those I really love and need,
I go the extra mile.
But tomorrow is a new day,
maybe filled with joy and hope.
'cause that's one thing that gets me through this,
the best way I can cope.
That's it.....
Becky
There is something wrong inside me,
and I don't really care.
It's growing and living in my heart,
a pain that's surly there.
I don't know how to fix it,
or make it go away.
But the warm sunshine of yesterday,
has turned all cloudy and grey.
I don't know what caused this gloom,
or why I'm even mad.
I just know it has to go away,
'cause I can't keep feelin' this bad.
My mood is quickly changing,
like falling down a hill.
But there must be a fix for this,
a drug, a shot, a pill?
I hate the way my children see,
their mom be such a drag.
The crying, the screaming, the touchiness,
They must think I'm a hag!
My husband thinks he's hurt me somehow,
he never has, he never did.
He's truly the one I dreamed about when I was a little kid.
I see myself as ugly,
don't think I'm very smart.
I think I've been just plain lucky, playing the mother part.
Not many people know me,
or very well at least.
They have no idea how often it is,
I struggle with this beast.
I am two seperate women,
all in one screwed up brain.
I'm the person who wishes and waits,
for a day that nasty with rain.
I'm also really happy,
I make my family smile.
For those I really love and need,
I go the extra mile.
But tomorrow is a new day,
maybe filled with joy and hope.
'cause that's one thing that gets me through this,
the best way I can cope.
That's it.....
Becky