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Tomorrow
Tomorrow is the day that some of us dread
Why are all the answers just dangling overhead
Doing nothing but teasing
Prodding
Poking
Tomorrow, I will live my life with impending haste
The day will most likely be cut, copy, paste
So why do some of us dread tomorrow?
Is it because it might be filled with hurt and sorrow?
Or is it because it’s unknown, unfamiliar, unpredictable?
Unexciting, unfriendly, unruly?
I don’t understand this, truly
Or is it because we know what’s going to happen?
Or that tomorrow is going to be mis-happen?
Or things don’t often go as planned? Is that why?
Or is it because you’re afraid to look someone in the eye?
Afraid all your lies are going to spill?
Or that you have to take your pill?
Or are you afraid of life in general?
Or afraid that you have no potential?
Or are you scared for a reason one can’t even begin to guess?
Or is it just because of all the stress?
Are you even scared?
Perhaps you're embarrassed about something you didn’t mean to share?
Perhaps if you take a chance, you’ll find something rare.
Are you afraid to speak your fears out loud?
I don’t think you should,
I think that having fears should make you more than proud
Proud to be alive
To be human
Love and respect for ourselves and others; that is what we need to relieve
You can be you
I can be me
But yet, tomorrow is still a day that some of us dread.
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Again, I wrote most of this when I was in 7th grade. I added on and improved some parts recently, but for the most part, it's still the original poem. This was for my poetry club that I was in, and a lot of people that were in that class (who were very good at writing poetry and using metaphors) really seemed to like it, so I'm going to test the waters here.