Problem
I've tried to solve this problem
over and over again.
But just when I think I've figured it out;
the solution is never the one I got.
So back to my pen and paper.
Try to get it all over again;
but it only gets me frustrated.
Still I sit and try to find the answer.
It's right in my face
I know it is, it has to be.
The universe wouldn't give me a problem I couldn't solve.
Time goes by, the clock has ticked.
Hopefully soon my hour is up.
I can't take this anymore.
I wanna scream, cry but I know
no one will help me.
I'm filled in a busy room
with people who has tortured my soul.
I wanna hurt them, have them bleed;
feel the pain like I've felt over the years.
But something holds my hand.
I'm thankful but I don't know what else to do.
So I'll sit, try to solve the problem;
that's in front of me.
The answer is staring at my face
If only I could see it so I can go home.
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