I got the weight of the world on my shoulder, this stress is got me looking older.
I try so hard it's like I'm running in place I never get that far.
I'm pushing paper like nobody's business cleaning up my aftermath leaving not one witness
I got haters like you wouldn't believe. They don't want to see me make it, they never want me to leave.
I got memories of how this use to go and how it use to be, when life seemed so easy.
I give special props to my ma and pa, who showed me the way and taught me to get back up when I fall.
Stand proud my child stand tall, your only human after all.
Copyright © April Leech | Year Posted 2023
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