GO AWAY
I feel terrible everyday,
It's affecting what I say,
And it won't go away.
I just want to be happy,
But my situation is crappy,
Slap full of issues,
I can't afford tissues.
I misuse this body,
Stress becoming a hobby,
A habit I wish I could quit,
I'm killing my spirit,
Or I sold it for money.
Their dollar earns me a penny,
While they have plenty,
I can't afford any,
Taxes devour hourly,
Every hour misery,
A number in the company.
Maybe it just ran from me,
Feeling terrible constantly,
Instantly ruining my day,
Thoughts Get in my way,
Awful things I start to say,
I wish it would go away,
So I could have some energy,
Release me from poverty,
I AM not their property,
This opportunity is mine,
I should at least feel fine,
For GOD's SAKE!!,
I AM DIVINE!
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keith mchugh
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