I like to write poetry (if you want to call it that). It's not the kind that rhymes and stuff. Its just what I'm thinking. I wrote this one my senior year in high school. I was feeling depressed at the time, but not anymore. Here goes:
Why do things happen?
Whether good or bad.
Is there a reason for all these situations
School, work, work, school, why do I play the fool?
Friends, foes, I watch time as it goes by
Quickly, smoothly, freshly along its way
It is the reason for misery, mood today
I feel as though I will never get it right
Through trials, errors always befall me.
Why do things happen?
I get passed, skipped and overlooked
Although I shine differently from others
The light is hidden by clouds
Ah! How bright it is. Until a wind blows those dense
White clouds deters my rays from their chosen path
Once the gale force is spent, all returns to normal,
Allowing life to function normally
Constantly the wind blows, constantly allowing light
To shine temporarily. Only when my light is at
Full strength can it outshine the dark clouds.
Why?