The world keeps turnning and I’m still here,
with my mind in circles and my
feet not touching the ground.
I have my seeds to plant in the ground
and the more water and sunshine
I put on them nothing seems to grow.
I can’t love, I can’t breathe  enough for
anyone because my face has fustrated all over it.
I call out but no one hears me,
please  keep my mind  and  my sanity
everyday these are the words I say,
fustrated is my way  and the
day is not getting any better