Just musings going through my head. A rough draft if you will.
Today I may grow and bloom
Tomorrow I may be filled with gloom
My mood shifts from day to day
Leaving me without words to say.
So much I wish I could express
Without leaving someone else a mess.
I crawl deeper and deeper within
Fearing that one day one of these retreats will win.
Desperation fills my soul
Like tears gathering in a howl.
When will the pain end I often ask…
Maybe when I stop pretending and take off my mask.