The Have Nots

        
        

        Every day, of my life every day of my days
        I have this overwhelming feeling that today is my last day..

        The sadness I carry within all of the days of my days 

        that I wake up crying that I want not to wake up.

        No one has any idea the curse that I go through,

        Even though, I try to smile laugh but inside of me I whisper set me free..

       Set me free from the tears that's, engulfing me,

       Set me free from a life that has no meaning for me..

       We all carry our crosses, heavily on our backs..

       But it means, not that my pain's not surpassingly to me..

       I complain not to those surrounding me.. 

       I put my best face on so they can not see..

       The turmoil I carry within, every day of my days..

       And yet I let not them see the ugliness I carry inside of me,

       It's not for all to see the sadness within me..

       My core is breaking up I can do not about when I try to bring it up,

       My worries my uncertainty it gets swept under the carpet.

       For one must not talk about the things that's  upsetting "me" 

       Must change the subject promptly.. must not talk about..

       Meanwhile, I try to do the best I can to see it through,

       On my own because one has not anyone of one's own,

       To sit to listen to my woes, to relieve my poor brain of all it contains,

       It's not pretty don't you know.. the silent tears flowing every day, of my days,

       It would be quite easy just giving up, what's the point anyway's!!

       I know I can do not,  for the peoples of my world..

       But it means not that I care not, for their miserable lives,

       The emptiness they carry in their vacant eyes the desperation they carry within..

       I care not whom you agree with..

       In my heart my mind I can see the sorrow they carry within.

      So peoples of our world stand up and be counted,

      And fight for the rights of those that have not.

      Have nothing not even hope in the hopelessness of their days their nights..

      But Who Cares?

                             Connie James 
Every day of my lie every day of my days...I have this overwhelming that today is my last day 
The sadness I carry within All the days of my days..That I wake up crying I want not to wake up...
No one knows this curse I go through...Even, though I try to smile laugh but within I whisper Set me free...Set me free from the tears that's engulfing me ...set me free from a life that has no meaning for me...Carrying our crosses heavily on our backs .. meaning not that my pains not surpassingly to me..
I complain not those surrounding me... I put my best face on so they can not see..The turmoil I carry within me every day of my days ...and yet I let not them see the ugliness I carry inside of me.. it's not for all to see the sadness within me..My core is breaking out I can do not about it when I try bringing it up ..My worries my uncertainty getting swept under the carpet... for one must not talk Whats upsetting me .. Mus change the subject promptly must not talk about..Meanwhile, I try my best to see it through on my own yet again