I’m not okay anymore,
Not the way I was before,
I’m not who I used to be,
I don’t know the real me.
I’m stressed out like nothing else,
I can’t find my real self.
I’ve been trying to stop with the mistakes,
But doing this is hard to shake.
Nothing is the way it seems,
People say what they don’t mean.
Everyone has there days,
And they handle them in different ways.
People cheat and steal and lie,
Makes it hard to survive.
The smallest stuff saddens me,
I’m never going to be free.
Everyone says “I’m Always Here,”
Well sorry but your never there.
You couldn’t handle what I go through,
Very few would want to.
This is the end of my poem,
And now I go back to my broken home.

 
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