RHYME POEM

 LIFE

It’s too hard to get out of bed,

Wondering why you’re still alive instead of dead,

Asking yourself, ‘Why can’t it be someone else instead’,

After all, it’s a journey you have to go ahead.

Standing in front of the mirror everyday,

Wondering what mask should I put on today,

For the mask you see,

Camouflages the true me,

So I choose carefully,

To cover the truth under me,

What matters the most is only for my eyes to see.

The wind whistles past my ears,

Awakens all of my fears,

The waves crash into the rocks,

Reminds me of the reality knocks.