My life is filled with disgust.

My life is filled with drama.

But my life is nothing to discuss.

But my life shouldn’t be people’s dharma.

SOmetimes my life is filled with hate.

Sometimes my life is filled with sadness.

But why can’t people be late with with their hate?

Which all of this is just plain madness.

My life is sometimes filled with pressure.

Somethings I do in life is absolutely a must.

My life’s pressure is too mush to measure.

Sometimes it can be an absolutely a bust.

Some people say my future is so bright.

But I can’t seem to find my future’s light.