Its Short, Its Sweet, It's My Life!

Is this an epic, a feature, or merely a whim?

Not to mention it’s the story of my life,

So why should it be anything at all,

Let alone plain sailing.

It glorious, it’s high,

It’s based on a lie.

It’s a smile, it’s a frown,

One minute your up and the next thing you’re down.

The lyrics of this poem may seem so simple,

But honestly the reality is far from that people.

The pain which I carry is deeply embedded,

Far enough as to make me sieve in an anger so heavy.

I’m not one for harbouring hate,

However it is a reflection of my feelings of late.

One way or another life conspires,

And nothing good seems to transpire.

All my subsequent efforts lack in fruition.

There’s no future left for me in my evaluation.