Sick
Is what I am,
Of work, responsibility, life.
Too much burden,
Hard to be understood,
I try to voice up,
Who's listening?
No one to help me,
To hold my hand,
Not that I want it,
Controversial.
Have they not been where I've been?
Have they not felt what I've felt?
Have they not seen what I've seen?
Doesn't feel like it.
Inconsiderate, incompetent is what they are.
Useless not helpless.
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