Trees so tall, feels like a blocked wall.
Road not straight, where's the other way?
Trapped in somewhere I don't wanna be, no choice cause it's only me.
Everyone against me, but I know God is still here.
So silent, is anyone there?
Dad back at home, stressed everyday.
He's still strong, inspirers me in every way.
They think they know how I feel
But it's not true.
I'm lost and angry but barely show it.
Stay positive, that's what they say
But I can't, I'm stressed everyday.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Lost and Stressed
PoesiaA poem I wrote when I was somewhere i didn't wanna be. But I had to choice. I was "Lost and Stressed", I wanted to go home. But I couldn't until it was time. The time being there kept on expanding. Blah blah here's the poem.
