My Days

My days: long
My patience: short
My heart grows weak
Often silences me when I try to speak
Tears fill my eyes
As I try to put my heart into a disguise
Building a wall surely
Rising to ten feet tall
I push you away
Even though I want you to stay
I am loosing my soul:
not my choosing

I try to repair
Even through my desperate despair
I walk through my mind
As if I have it on rewind
Seeking the answers to the questions I hold
Hoping to be told
That life is going to be good:
Take it in strife

Take a deep breath
Count to ten
And maybe life will be better again