ME,MYSELF AND I

The mirror is asking why,
to be yourself you are shy.
The eyes start to cry,
what the feelings want to hide.

The why is standing by,
while life is flying by
and friends tell no lie,
when friendship says goodbye.


Me, myself and I, asking a silent why.
Me, myself and I, searching in the cry,
why me, myself and I are trying to deny,
that me, myself and I are living just to die.

Living just to lie, living just to cry,
living to deny, me, myself and I.
Living just to die, that's why.

The nights come to hide,
that my dreams have no life.
The day becomes today,
a today like yesterday.

Having winter although May,
having nothing more to say,
having no other way,
but being just an empty day.





Poetry by AFRODITE STATHI
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Written on 2020-06-16 at 06:45

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Live the life that yours
Dont live the life that is
Yours
That others say you should
Your life is your life belongs
Only to you
Ken D
2020-06-16