The Questions I Ask Myself
Do you ever wake up in the morning,
And hate the day before it begins?
Do you shy away from the sun,
And rejoice in the rain?
Do you write all your feelings,
Pour them into painful poems?
Do you understand the difference,
Between a heart and a plaything?
Have you ever loved someone,
So much it felt like your heart would burst?
Has that person ever broke your heart,
And left you sobbing at night?
Are you strong enough to carry on,
When everyone else drops out?
Can you find hope where there is none,
Or revive your broken dreams?
Can you fly with broken wings,
When everyone else says you can’t?
Are you smart enough to figure out,
When someone needs you and when they don’t?
These are the questions I ask myself,
Before I go to sleep at night.
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