Every day

Wish I could say hi to happy, but I'm still figuring out what that is. Wish I could say goodbye to sad,but that'll never be the case because life is a rollercoaster and only time will tell when, or if,I'll win the race. I tell myself I'm numb, yet my face feels wet I'm exhausted, yet I'm still moving. A heavy foot pressing against back I feel like I could crack. Chronophobia swirlingin veins. I can no longer put it aside for it's right in my face.     


This poem is about: 
Our world


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