A Tuesday Poem

She cracks and fades on windy days
She will smile brightly at the sun
And the twinkling stars are to her a blessing
And she counts each one

When winter comes, the cold she embraces
Runs with the pack, like she's one
Then the dawn will try to save her
So pure as light she's gone

And she'll be alright alright alright in the end
But that's all she'll be
In the end


Don't try to hard, life will get you down
Be warm to strangers, don't expect a return
Because this world is what you make it
But It'll be alright in the end


Try for me to stay awake
Don't slip beneath the dark layers of pain
You've built yourself so tall so tall so tall
But you see it'll be alright in the end

this again

It sucks when you treat people so kindly, so considerately
accept their mistakes yet they continue to treat you like nothing.
Like an insignificant piece of paper scattered amongst a messy desk that is life
Seeing you as  merely an option that they scroll past
A crumb to a slice of pie, a memory in the back of their mind
And even when you try to accept their actions, you can't help but feel down 
and a little bit more broken
But you still paint a smile on your face everyday, as to not cause anyone worry, 
because you don't want to be a burden .