Could This Be You?

Somebody has to keep faith,
Deep believed.
Somebody should feel everyday,
Come what may...
They can not lose.
No matter what it is they may be going through.

Somebody should stop crawling on their knees.
With a moody attitude.
Could this be you...
Who can choose to improve?
If you wanted to!

Some people live their lives,
Caught up in the middle...
Attempting to solve complexing riddles.
To feel 'flipped, flapped and jacked'...
As if heated on a griddle,
Becoming puzzled and belittled.
With a blowing of a stack,
That leaves them to sizzle...
In a whipping stirred that leaves them broken,
Choked up and seen...
In a pity that's demeaned.

Somebody should stop crawling on their knees.
With a moody attitude.
Could this be you...
Who can choose to improve?
If you wanted to!

Somebody has to keep faith,
Deep believed.
Somebody should feel everyday,
Come what may...
They can not lose.
No matter what it is they may be going through.

Could this be you?
Caught up in the middle,
Puzzled and belittled.

Could this be you?
Caught up in the middle,
Puzzled and belittled.

Could this be you?
Caught up in the middle,
Puzzled and belittled...
Feeling flapped and jacked,
And heated on a griddle!

Could this be you?
Caught up in the middle.

Could this be you?
Caught up in the middle.

Could this be you?
Caught up in the middle,
Feeling puzzled and belittled!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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