Somedays (short poem)~Amy Wons

Somedays I feel like giving up, giving in.
Tired of this city, and situation were in.
Most days I don't have it together. I feel defeated.
I've let myself down, and lord knows I've let myself go.
I'm not the woman I once used to be,
and right now Im not happy.

I try to get a grip before my emotions go wild.
Inside Im throwing a tantrum, screaming like a child.
I want to point and blame kick and yell
tell you all to go to hell.
But I know it wouldn't do any good
I'll still be stuck living in this ghetto neighborhood.

Somedays I feel like giving up, giving in.
Tired of this city, and situation were in.

35 years I've had enough mediocracy
I've pictured life a little differently by mid- thirty.
When does someday ever come?
Does it ever really? It does for some.
I'm probably not that lucky
We are stuck here, as far as I can see.

I once had dreams, ideas and hopes
Now I'm left with sleepless nights, and trying to cope.
Some seem to make life look so easy
Everything wonderful falling at their feet.
But I'm not that naeve, there is always more unseen.
I only wish it could soon happen for me.

I'm not the woman I once used to be,
and right now Im not happy.
~Amy Wons