broken down
so stuck I cant write ...can't even get insight ...on why I can't keep up the fight...or why I never feel right
every one has there thoughts ...as I feel left out ...stomach in knots ...not even allowed to pout
I would feel dead...if not for this constant anxiety...just wanna lay forever in bed...don't want to participate in society
they see a complete master... I see a total disaster... always feeling the need to run faster
This poem is about:
Me
Our world