Everyday

Sometimes I wake up thinking
This life just is not right.
It seems like the people are lying,
And that they are way too uptight.

They just need to cool down,
And maybe leave us alone.
If they have a problem with that,
They can run away to be gone.

Some days, I wonder why
I was told everything would be okay.
Even though some things go wrong,
There is always a brand new day.

Those people are finally gone,
And they are not coming back.
They know who is capable of what,
And that we can attack.

poem by Rebecca Ryan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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