This feeling of depression, sadness, sorrow . . .
Will this be the oppression of tomorrow?
Can I really, truly, be myself?
Especially when I'm in this house?
I've barely hit sixteen and I feel like I've fallen in between . . .
The squeeze, the struggle.
To acheive that smuggle?
To hide these feelings is more than i can truly bear.
But, this wear and tear is just the beginnig . . .
I can make it, I will survive!
Someday, hopefully, I can be what I've strived . . .