Good Morning

my list of dreams haunt me when I sleep

every idea is a sticky note that I keep

why do you smile when you can’t breathe?

I think God gave me trait's I don’t need

somebody thinks my scars are a self-inflicted injury

I saw the lips move in the mirror but it’s just me

when they look at me, what do they see?

she isn’t the person that she used to be

are you scared you can’t get out of bed?

maybe try saying good morning instead

there is nothing that you have to defend

don’t chase a pulse with a heart on the mend

the clock doesn’t stop when a new day starts

it’s still creative without a degree in art

why do you try to prove that you’re smart?

I never thought it would end and that’s the worst part