aug,11,2010
we feel alone,
when we don't reach out,
we feel angry,
when we regret a choice,
we feel happy,
when we reach a goal,
we feel hopeless,
when nothing goes our way,
we feel nervous,
when there is presure,
but we never feel perfect,
no matter how hard we try.
mona martinez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feelings-207/
