Laying here watching your clock on the wall continues to move a minute and you asking the same oh question . Are you stress? No! Good! Are you suffering from depression? No! I am belligerent, the inmate of myself. I've been an victim to my own crimes, a criminal of the mind. I voice my opinion but some people can't understand my language as if i was from a different planet. I believe i am a healer to the soul thats been broken and torn. Flying towards the wind trying to make a goal. An image that can not be painted. Truculent, that all men hate about a women, well sorry i like my point to be heard. The message of a book, the heart that's put in poems, i am all these things now can we move on. Ok Osha next question! Are you stress?Do you need to be hug, have you ever feel like you are never beening heard. Back of the classroom is not a place to sit, I can help you if you let me in, I can't save you if you can't trust no one not even a friend. Now next question are you Depress?
