What's he point!

WHAT'S THE POINT

Good day my world
Hope you're smiling, on this sunny day
But I know everyone won't
Even on such a day!
Cause life has a habit of kicking you in the butt
or whatever they may say.
We must make the most of each, & everyday
Otherwise what's the point anyway;
Of this life, that we're living
Is there a point in going on, getting up in the morn
Is there a point in going on
Why under the duvet must I hide
As my mind's my heart's crying out
Freedom!!
Freedom from this intolerable pain...
What a bane!
Freedom from the small-mindedness of peoples
When my thoughts I do extol
Is there a point to it all!
This morn my skies are weeping on me
Even in the shining sun
My hearts as tight as a drum
When my tears control I cannot
When all I want is to hide from all!
Why must I care, for our worlds sorrow
If freedom of thought I have not
Why must I hide from my feelings
I like it not!!
Emotionally f..ckd up am I,
I guess I've never grown up...
To mind my Ps & Qs an art I have not
For I call a spade, a naffing, shovel...
Why must I extol what's in the forefront of my mind
Even when I'll know they'll like it not
But freedom of speech in my world does exist
Even if in their's exists not
To a world of darkness must I return
Of a darkness devoid of my thoughts
Where freedom of speech exists not!!
So is there a point in his life that we're living
I think not!
On others why must I depend to keep me sane
When am struggling with my thoughts
When control I can not the uncontrollable
The cacophony of my thoughts
I guess retire I must from his world of thoughts.
But if He above wanted me to think not
A brain he'd give me not.
What's it all about!
My thoughts are part of me! are they not?
Feeling for my world, all these feelings what's the point
What's the point of all these feelings
If, feel I can not;
& what's the point of all these tears
Oozing from the depths of me, when they're hurting
Shedding uncalled for tears escaping my very core
When they're in pain, breaking their hearts
Silly fool am I!
So what's the point of it all
I know not!

                    By Connie James