Stress
I stress,
I feel less,
Of a person,
Everyday my life werson,
I hate this.
I want out,
I don't want want people to doubt,
That I'm nice,
My heart isn't as cold as ice,
I am kind.
I don't want to be Alone,
i want things to be known,
I want my old life back,
This one is wack,
I hate this.
Copyright © Emma Schmittling | Year Posted 2005
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