a day off
i jump through hoops
and to conclusions
only to be left with stomach aches
and paranoia-filled dreams
living in a shell
good days seem few
on the bad ones
playing games with
my own emotions
2nd guessing every compliment
searching for secret motives
i really don't have much to give
except respect, my thoughts and me.
and i wonder...is that enough?
This poem was written by soulspin on Jun 10, 1999.
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