WHY is it?
Some days its hard to make the mark
Some days its wishful thinking to start
Finding energy amongst the vastness of the morass
Of melancholy I find myself in
Some days its great,
I wake ready to move and achieve much
Other days I wake and my brain and body
Seems completely out of touch
Some days I just want to crawl away and hide
Other days I'm happy to be outside
Why is it I have such contrasts of feelings
Why is it I have days were I struggle
And other ones are not so bad
Some days my mind is overwhelmed
With thoughts of heaviness
My heart weighted like a stone
Desperately trying to keep my head up
Pretending to be something I'm not feeling
Yet other days I can be happy singing and dancing,
Laughing and joking with the best of them.
Then weariness overwhelms and I retreat again
It's almost as though the effort of being sociable
Drains every last energy I own
But I can't let it take over
I must fight each day to get through
And those days are the ones
I am furthest away from you
Such is the struggle I find myself in
That I have no strength left.
I see the distance between us,
And it makes me feel sad, yet annoyed
That you can't see its not you I'm rejecting
Why can't you just fight past my barrier
Hold me tight and say “I know”
That's all it would take.
Yet for fear of rebuttal you shy away
And here we go, another wasted day
Were we skirt around each other
Treading on eggshells
Not wanting to stretch out
And be there for each other
Why is it
So difficult?
