This One Has No Title

God, not again.

In public I pretend.

I can smile, I can dance,

But I can never mend.

I try hard to cope the best I can,

But failure is the trend.

Everyone has their own s**t.

No one has a hand to lend.

Every day I bend back further

And fight the urge to break.

I wonder if it's for myself

Or someone else's sake.

Sometimes I get the shakes

From maintaining self-control,

But my actions are worth nothing

In a world of empty souls.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

riveting. I feel like this often but there is something within that just keeps us going. Well done.

[Adam M. Snow]

I very well enjoyed it, thank you

[Baby Ricochet]

We all have our demons. Good poem