In The End

by Shannon Herlihy

They tell me not to worry,
They think I’ll be ok,
They ask me what the hurry is,
In leaving school each day.

The torture that I go through,
From morning, lunch till noon,
The minute I get to my room,
I play my favourite tune.

And for those few minutes,
I do believe I’ll be ok,
And in the end the pain,
Just seems to go away.

Now my song has gone away,
I feel my pain has too,
Maybe talking to someone may,
Be good for even you.



ABOUT THE POET ~
I am a young poet who would like to see if people like my work and if so I will continue posting.


Last updated April 21, 2016