Saturday, May 14, 2016


Sometimes we get knocked down,
We fail to get up before the bell rings and loose our crown,
Then things that brought you smiles make you frown,
Even the man in the mirror thinks you're a clown,
In held back tears your Titanic will slowly drown,

You're chasing shadows, even when the sun doesn't shine,
Your dreams  start looking like an abandoned vine,
And every step sets off a land mine,
We say things are okay and we're doing just fine,
But the battle within has a more fierce frontline.

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