My Life

Everyone is fighting,
They ask me why i am
always crying.

I can't take it anymore,
What am i still here for?

Can't get a break,
how much am i supposed
to take?

My life is so screwed up,
but i can't give up.

I wanna run out,
but then i wont sprout!

Should i tell someone, or
Should i let them have
their own fun?

What should i do,
Should i tell you?

poem by Angelina Sabia
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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