Saturday, October 1, 2016

The Joke

I don't know what's wrong;
I'm not thinking clearly.
I feel like I'm the joke
Everyone gets but me.
Could someone explain it?
Could you change my fate?
Never mind; don't bother.
I guess it's just too late.
I just want to say I'm sorry.
Will you hear me out?
This may be my last song.
What is it about?
I don't want to be a joke;
I don't want to feel such sorrow.
But will anything be different
If I wake up tomorrow?
Will I ever feel safe again?
I honestly don't know.
Maybe I'll only stop hurting
When I let my spirit go.