Your Problems Are You
Your problems are you; the beaten who stay.
The rich who won't help you and the shovers who prey.
Your problems are you who roar to the street
When pavement's not listening and people won't greet
Your problems are you who shy like a coward
when fear's coming at you as you can't be bothered.
Your problems are you who can't feel the heart
when feelings thrown at you are feelings apart.
Your problems are you who can't seem to change
When waiting inately means nothing will change.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2019
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