Some Days

Some days,
My mind has built a castle,
Of smooth, shiny stone.
And I can lounge around,
Spend the day sitting on my throne.
Other days,
I'm poorer than a mouse,
My shack is made
Of damp, dirty cardboard 
And I can't stop working.
Some days,
I can't stop smiling,
Everything is perfect.
Other days,
I want to cry,
Nothing is going right.
Then there is the in-between,
Where you're doing alright,
And you couldn't care
Less.

TheSilentPoet

VT

16 years old

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