Help Me
You may think I'm a tough kid,
But what do you except when my own parents hid
Away from me amid
The hussle and bussle of life.
I didn't ask for all of this strife.
That's why I carry a knife.
You may think I'm really mean,
But how do you think I should react to what I've seen?
Some times I wonder if I will live through my teens,
Or what my life will be like next year.
You may think I'm a person who doesn't care,
But I'm not so rare.
There are a lot of children with eyes full of tears
Who feel life has been unfair.
You may think I'm the one to blame,
But I'm here to make my claim.
I have a fantastic brain.
I can contribute so others will have a lot to gain.
Hopefully, others will learn without all my pain.
Because I can tell you no life was meant to be lived in vain.
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