When I write poetry it’s usually when I’m going through a lot of emotions ans thinking of too many things. Here’s a poem I thought of while trying to go to sleep.
There’s a smile on my face
One that hasn’t been seen in some time
I’m not sure why, but it feels like a crime.
There’s a genuine smile on my face
Even when I’m not sure what’s going on
And I’m soul searching to find if theres something wrong.
I’m a work in progress
Happy one day, and sad the next
But I’m okay _ I’m soul searching
I’m finding the answers to questions I’ve never asked
Im trying to find myself.