This Is Me
I'm 17 years old,
i'm full of stress,
but not yet bald,
i have both parents,
who give me everything,
but im yet not satisfyed,
let me tell you why?
i cry everyday,
for all the things that has happened to me,
all the things that have gone away,
my parents say i should stay in university,
but i dont want to honestly,
i wanna let everything go,
i just want to scream from the top of my voice,
and set myself free,
so i can rejoice,
but no one can hear my quiet, lonley voice...
Copyright © Nikta Sol | Year Posted 2013
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