Happy Face

Everyday is a mental maze.

Always been lost somewhere for all of my days.

How much longer do I apologize? How much longer until I forgive myself? How long before I once again feel alright? And when will I forget about my old ways?

I see life as one huge puzzle.

So many pieces, it becomes a struggle.

Forcing a jumbo piece to fit with glue.

That’s what’s it like, and I try and try to hide this away from you.

Don’t tell me I’ll get through it with a happy face.

How does that change my thoughts of a being a disgrace?

I don’t know what to do anymore.

Maybe once again it’ll just leave and return – just to knock me back on the floor.