My Day

For this poem, I didn't add a chorus or bridge because I liked it as one continuous piece. Letting it flow all the way through adds to the tension I wanted to convey which also builds up to a stronger release at the end. Lyrics below: I'm falling asleep in the office these days Always in a haze yet the x-rays says there's nothing to be seen I find myself in a real daze Staring out the window panes Like it's some sort of sick game And i know that's a lame cliché But the truth of the matter is i don't know how to do this charade anymore Because the only feeling that seems to Stay and stick around is a malaise Which is a word learned at school A nice middle class pool With teachers who wore shirts to cover their aversion to the version of themselves they became I was raised middle class see But my parents didn't make me Closer to the chauffeur than the owner Cuz i'm self made me Wrapped in my own inclosure And there is no closure Only a false composure that gets spooked at the mere thought of coming clean So i hide in this debris Hopefully clouding the view that you see Nothing here for you to glean No bean, no nugget, no dopamine To provide an insight Or new view into your own life I'm just trying to survive And climb out of my grime I should be in my prime But instead i'm stuck inside a time capsule that catapults me headfirst into an actual cloudburst And from what i can see It's the middle class that struggle to adapt Just like me We’re born and raised to simply graze Over the emotional states our lives create And it's such a shame to be told to behave In a way that makes your real feelings feel fake Because we are made better than most And told to be brave in a way that boasts Mind over matter so we don't cave To the innate chatter that comes like a wave And batters our enclave God forbid we make our fathers and mothers ashamed So i went and landed a nine to five With two screens Branded myself a person who dreams His exertion for another agency Can grant me my own Agency But somewhere along the line I lost the memo that tells me How to wine, dine and state that i'm fine I just can't seem to align my unrest With the bigger picture So i blame the class system And pin my wisdom on something i've never read about or learned I just need something to divert all this hurt Because my parents never showed concern And simply asserted their firm and stiff upper lip mentality Which is a reality the rest of the world Believe comes naturally to every brit who inhabits these islands Perhaps i simply never adapted Whether it's the wrong family Generation or class I'll always be that kid Impacted by the way other people around me acted And so i find myself alone in this office Screaming at the walls It seems like i'm not saying anything With these washed up well rehearsed words I've forgotten what honesty feels like in my verses And have reverted to rhyming and silly gimmicks of time and rhythm When my focus should be on the emotions that emerge When i'm submerged in my loneliness And lie on the verge of splurging my truth through this pen and paper But every time i try My mind resorts back to rhymes Like it's some sort of sport And the court is my emotional stability I can't seem to get through to the truth or cause of my instability And so i end up alone in a dark room Talking to myself through riddles and rambles And no matter how much i try to dismantle This tangled mess I end up back where i began And i've not managed to change anything I probably never will I'll just find a way to swallow this pain And go about my day If my words are relatable, please let me know, I am making this channel as a way to share pieces of myself with others and to find other people like me. Please share your thoughts in the comments. I’d love to hear your story. Subscribe for more tracks like this, other genres, some poetry, spoken word and AI-assisted music More like this coming soon © 2026 Jak-verse. All lyrics written and owned by the artist. Music generated with AI assistance (Suno). #poetry #spokenword #sunoai #emotionalmusic #personalstory #suno #introspectivelyrics #rap