I am maturing.I dodge the problems that come at me.
I wonder why? Why is everything done and how?
I hear disrespectful comments. As I walk by they speak.
I see trouble. Hate everywhere i look.
I want peace. It would be easier if every one could see.
I am amazed. Everything around me is out of trace.


I pretend to be happy. Deep down my soul burns.
I feel empty. My heart aches as it disappears.
I touch my soul. My soul is now dying.
I worry about my future. I never know what's next.
I cry at night. My tear drops dry.
I am hurting. I struggle to keep my head up.


I understand nobody's perfect. It is a proven fact.
I say im ok. Yet its just another lie.
I dream of love. Perhaps i might cry.
I try to forget. I just can't let go.
I hope it goes away. It's slowly killing me.
I am strong. Because being strong is the only thing i can be.