Uniquely Cliche Pain (poem)

There's something in my head,
I don't know how to say.
Meter and rhyme wont change,
It always sounds cliche.
And that's whats in my head:
I'm always in my way.

There's something in my heart,
And I don't think it's mine.
At least it isn't anymore,
It was to be left behind.
I kept it so I'd want to die
When everything is fine.

There's something in tomorrow,
I say that like I'm sure.
It helps me keep on moving
I need that golden lure.
So now, back to my dreaming,
It's the cause and its the cure.