Always in question I find myself <br />At me always is pointed the finger of blame, <br />I know this anger is taxing on my health <br />And I, in dark, negative mood, want to retire from Life's game. <br /> <br />Sometimes, to runaway, I really want too, <br />But hey like Pink Ployd once said, <br />'The show must go on' <br />Even though i just want to leave - and not say goodbye, <br />I put on my fake smiles and - <br />with spirit and wings crushed - <br />still try soo hard to fly. <br /> <br />Well there's only one thing I try at so hard <br />That is to keep up this phoony facade, <br />In the words of Likin Park <br />'In the end it doesn't really matter' <br />Because maybe I am (am I?) just mad as a hatter. <br /> <br />30/12/05<br /><br />Liz Munro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/am-i-mad-as-a-hatter/
