I have this certain situation,
Where I'm beneath these nations,
Where I have no clue,
The difference between red and blue,
Everything ahead of me,
Is jumbled all up,
It can't just be,
For this is f*cked up,
There is too many sides to even see,
To even let me be free,
They have set me up,
Like I'm some dirty ass mutt,
Who licks it's own butt,
If you don't believe me,
That this is a plea,
At least don't lie,
For I will cry,
And maybe even die,
Now please tell me,
For I can't see my own two feet,
How do I even get by,
What's the answers,
Don't give me some stupid lullaby.
I appreciate the comments,
But help is what I need,
My health is at it's tee,
And I'm willing to pay the fee.
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PoetryI usually write poems when I'm sad or upset. That's when I write my poems the best. So there wont be that many happy poems. I hope you like the ones I have. Thank you for even reading this.
