all the days I smile

no silent night not all is meek and mild

my mind is having thoughts that I dread and it's driving me wild

not ready to be an adult but no longer can be a child

woke up with an eyes full of tears and dried it with a towel

trying to prepare for any circumstance that comes with my life style

if I listed my problems they would be longer than the Nile

my thoughts so vile

just when I think its getting better here goes more trouble knocking on the door and now I'm riled

my problems come in piles

going through but all the days I smile