A poem 3 in the morn

by Komon

A poem I wrote to get my practice back up.

Some days.

By

Logan Shen

Some days we feel alone.

And our friends could be none the wiser.

Some days we can crave the purchase of a baseball bat.

And our friends could be none the wiser.

Some days we feel useless.

And our friends could be none the wiser.

Some days we can crave the past.

And our friends could be none the wiser.

Some days we feel enraged and angry.

And our friends could be none the wiser.

Some days we can crave violence and resolve.

And our friends could be none the wiser.

Some days we can feel depressed and lonely.

And our friends could be none the wiser.

Some days we can crave relief from uncertainty.

And our friends will never be none the wiser.

Why? Because some days, we're too good at wearing that mask, that smile.