I woke up one morning last week Told myself to get over things and wipe off the frown Ever since then things have been looking really good No more mental blocks and the whole world seems like it's not turned upside down. No more teary eyes Out the window with that box of tissues The old Dark Angel is back in town She settled all of her emotional issues. Me, depressed? Nah couldn't be You must be thinking of the other girl She's lost in the world, closed up like a clam But she's missing one thing, and that's her pearl. I suppose you could say I'm a lucky little pearl To have escaped the way I did I'm so glad that someone came along and pried her open I felt so free when he opened up the lid. I see the whole world in a different perspective now Who cares if something I've feared happens, eventually it'll pass And I can no longer consider myself suicidal and manic depressive I've survived it all, I was made to last.Birth sign: Pisces
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