it’s my war aganist myself
it’s my war aganist the trends,
it’s a war and you’ll be afraid,
and tomorrow everything’ll end
it’s a story that repeats over and over again,
it’s my nightmare but i’m awake,
and when tomorrow gets here,
it’ll end.

and tomorrow evething will be over,
and tomorrow the world will end,
and tomorrow i might get it ove,
or tomorrow i might be death.

This poem was written/submitted by Roberta James Mitchell.

(3 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)

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