Not feeling all that well
I wish someone would ask me
How I am, every now and then,
And then that someone I could tell,
I am not feeling all that well.
I know I am a bit reserved,
And proud like men are to be,
That sadness is just a feeling,
It will pass soon, I oft believe.
And yet it stays, it stays like a shadow,
Behind your smiling face, that blurs all details,
Falling at an angle, in a nonchalant way,
It just walkes with you collecting weight.
So that one day I realised,
I've been carrying tons all this while.
Scraps of past and unfufilled dreams,
A few peices of my heart, that no one sees.