its all okay
i sit and tell myself,
its all gonna be okay,
every single day theres not a thought that doesnt give me anxiety.
i dream that maybe one day things will change and
i feel it all coming out
they say im a problem child,
all these stuff inside of me is gonna come out
no wonder my dad chose to not be around
but when i wake up and realize that im broker than change,
kicked out of foster homes,
please explain why they cant stand me?
is there a way for me to change?
or am i just a victim of things of what i did to maintain?
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