Defeated

My eyes are glued open as the birds start to sing

And with nothing else to ponder my depression starts to sting.

What will I do today for the world of tomorrow?

Probably same as yesterday, I’ll just wallow in my sorrow.

 

Why do I let myself feel eternally defeated?

What poison is this my mind’s internally excreted?

Maybe I’m just another mental case who needs to be treated;

Maybe others feel the same and I’m just f*****g conceded.

 Is it selfish for me to let myself hurt?

Should I mask my frustration and keep crawling through the dirt?

to someday be one more businessman in a tie and shirt?

Or defy and let no man tell me how much I’m worth?

 I feel no motivation as the sun grows brighter;

Another day one more human being for hire.

The birds sing their happy lies and attempt to inspire,

But hope lost all its feathers when I fed it to the the fire.

Author's Note

Just pretend capitalization doesn't exist. Microsoft word doesn't like poetry.