Understand
No makeup on, my hair is a mess,
I'm overwhelmed by all this stress,
Always confused about why I'm depressed,
Reaching out but nothing helps,
All these questions in my head,
Like should I leave or go to bed,
Do I need a break or just some rest,
Am I overthinking all of this,
And failing all life's little tests,
Has the worst happened yet,
Oh Lord, help me understand
Copyright © Britney Brooker | Year Posted 2014
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