A poem about problems in life.

I hate the feeling of being numb

I hate fearing whatever that may come.

I have no power over my body and soul,

I have no form of self-control.

If people knew how I hate my shame,

knowing all too well it is me to blame.

Whether I whittle away, or i get high all day,

It’s done to keep my feelings at bay.

I don’t know how I can handle this tension,

seems only destructive ways take me to some ascension.

I don’t really process anger or pain,

Like how you feel and deal
it’s really not the same.

So, please don’t fret… Go ahead and go to bed,

And please stop worrying about finding me dead.

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