Every morning I wake and I wish I had not
There’s a monster that’s screaming inside
Dank and decaying and scratching the rot
Every moment there’s nowhere to hide
Damn those who care about me and my life
Damn those who depend on my love
Because now I am truly obliged to survive
It’s been years since I first had enough
Since I reached my limit and then broke apart
Since I fell to pieces and shattered my heart
I stitched myself poorly together with threads
That string me along and then hold up my head
A puppet performing the best that he can
How broken a being, how little a man?
And top marks for effort now, ten out of ten!
You’re falling apart but at least you pretend
To fit in the mould of what you’re meant to be
You manage your pain so considerately
You don’t make a drama and won’t make a scene
It wouldn’t be proper for ‘this’ to be seen
So soldier on bravely and soldier again
But soldier in silence we said
Tomorrow you’re lucky to do this again
But first you must make it to be
About the Creator
Paul Leonidou
London based Singer/Songwriter and Composer/Producer who dabbles in poetry and most recently, haiku.
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