Everyday

Everyday I get up,

knowing the day ahead may bring me

nothing but mixed emotions.

Every morning I go to school,

or shall I say- dramaville...

and even though I know what to expect from that place,

it's still hard to keep the smile on my face,

because of what may be going on.

Every afternoon I go home,

I feel like I've gotton the taste,

of what it's like to waste,

such precious time doing pointless things.

Every night I lay in bed,

thinking about my day.

But hey,

doesn't everyone?

When I dream,

it sometimes seems,

to be better then the reality I may have faced that day.

But I'm getting through it,

I have to.

Just holding my head up sometimes seems harder,

but that doesn't mean I shouldn't try,

to be me, and be proud.

Not change for anyone.

Anything.

At all.

Everyday I face reality.

We all do.

Reviews

[The Girl with the smile]

Great poem! I like this because its real. Its the emotions we all feel every day. We all have to face reality with our head held high. Nice write!