The Madness
Sometimes I sit and wonder,
why is my life so messed up?
I gave it my all and tried my best
to never, ever give up.
It seems like everything I do
never turns out right,
And everything I don't do;
I do it out of spite!
One of these days I will learn,
there is no wrong or right.
You just do what you got to do
to make it and survive.
Copyright © Sarah Hunter | Year Posted 2008
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