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Stressing & Blessing


This girl, everybody thinks her life is together.
But deep down inside she's under the weather.
If people only knew,
what type of things she goes through.
A step-father who is out of state.
So she can’t seem to get her feelings straight.
Her mom who isn’t very supporting.
But she believes her mom is loving.
Her step-brother who up and left.
Bringing his sister more and more stress.
They were so tight.
Never argued or fight.
So he left, she always wondered why.
She can’t even think about him without beginning to cry.
But her situations get worst.
I know and think her heart is gonna burst.
From all this negative energy and stress.
Her life is harder than an IQ test.
And her loving boyfriend, if he only knew how she felt.
I’m pretty sure his heart would melt.
At the pain this girl has to endure.
She probably wants to die, I’m positive. I’m sure.
The silent nights in her home.
It’s almost like being alone.
In this house, all she has is this paper and pen.
To write down her life, she doesn't know where to begin.
Not everything is bad in her life.
Like her girlfriends she can call her play wife.
And her guy friends she can call her hubbys.
Like her Brandon, he's funny and chubby!
She just wants some answers and some help.
No, she can’t do it by herself.
No matter how many problems, this girl is a soldier.
She stands strong and tall just like a boulder.
Ya'll see her walking down the streets all alone.
With her head down, like a lost puppy that can’t find its home.
I kind of don't feel sorry for her because she never speaks her mind.
But her parents don’t listen so why waste her time---
--And breath.
Soon this stress gone lead to death.
It's hard for her to sleep at night.
So she holds onto her pillow tight.
Then she cries her eyes out until she's done.
Hopefully to wake up to the morning sun.
But the thing I'm tryna figure out.
This coming from another girl's mouth.
Why does she keep counting her blessings?
If she know for the rest of her life she gone be stressing...

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