My lifes not great
but what can i say
i live life to the fullest
and focus on my priorities
i write poems to release my pain
i jump out of rythm and dont rhyme
there must be something wrong with me
there must be something i cant see
something is holding me back
my thought go black
and im lost in my mind
searching for my future
this future i cannot find
this life i live makes me strong
sometimes i keep my mouth shut
but who cares, im still alive
my life will not be easy
but so what i'll thrive
you'll act happy, once you read this
but when you are done
it will be another piece of the past
somewhat gone but not forgotten