Thursday, February 25, 2010


sometimes it gets to me
the voices in my head
they win
they play me over
and over again
until I can't take it
I give in 
even when I know I shouldn't
I give in
because I'm tired
yet I smile
the smile is the 
only thing we
have to 
carry us through
smile at someone
hold a door
I'll do that tomorrow
when the test is done
when I can breathe again
and monday
sweet, sweet monday
a whole new game

the end


  1. So brilliant! I really think this is amazing! I would be truly honored if you gave your poetic advice on my blogs of poetry and follow them.

    Grant Guda
    The Wannabe Poet

  2. Thank you and I'd be more than happy to read your poetry.