Miserable
my life is miserable,
can't do what i once enjoyed,
nobody seem to understand,
my pain and frustration,
that i put up with to seem fine,
if only you knew the real me,
the part that don't want to go on,
because of what i have to go through,
at such a young age,
no wonder,
i act the way i do,
things i have to go through,
while people make life difficult,
age is really just a number,
no matter how old people get,
they will aways act the same way,
when they come across,
somebody who is different,
what i really hate is,
being more grown up than i have to,
taking on more reponisbility because
people can't except blame,
ain't it a shame,
being stuck dealing with life.
poem by Mona Martinez
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