November 29th, 2024

Coming to the end
Of another year
The past keeps repeating
And nothing is clear
Where am I going
The future’s uncertain
In a never ending cycle
Of feeling like a burden
I let people come back
Like a revolving door
I already said goodbye
But they’re back once more
Every year I say I’ll change
It’s finally time to grow
But even with good intentions
My actions need to follow
So maybe next year
I’ll put my foot down
And hold my head high
When they come back around