Poems about Health
They portray what they think we are on TV.
Though growing up we didn't understand, know or see.
Unmedicated and asphyxiatedwhat a woe to be riddiculed for who you arecracks forming in the mind
I miss the days where we could be carefree. No bills. No anger of any real sort. No stress. No money to worry about managing.
Once the years of
scholarly things
come to a close,
I wish to help
those who've fallen.
Me, me, me
Who am I?
It all comes down to that question.
I am not who I was one minute ago