What really happens

I bid you adieu I bid you adieu All the sane people, oh so few You think life is hard? Well me too Living paycheck to paycheck nothing new. Laying alone at night cuddling with fear Of some of the things I might hear Tomorrow when I fight to stand tall But all I do is crash and fall Trying to write a poem one of good taste To those people in the world that make most haste, To every little thing they see I’m sorry this poem isn’t good enough for me So I lay my head down and try to think Of the sorrows in my life and make them shrink In my life and in the paper That I will share to the good fellow later But right now my pen is still And I cannot tell you how I feel For nobody seems to care About the young boys life he wants to share About his struggles through out the day Or anything he wants to say So all he does is curse and whisper To himself about how much he missed her He laughs though, for it is not a girl Not the ones that make life swirl But it is the woman who makes life spin The woman of society that will always win Then there comes the ending rhyme, That portrays itself at the end of every line The only one there to watch hear me talk Alone in my bed fighting against the clock With me forever and ever My thoughts will never leave me, no never So I think I will in fact stay here Looking out the window, not my mirror.