Why my struggles
That entangle me bound
Like being stuck in rubble?

Stuck with these struggles day by day
Being among the talk and drama but wait,
There’s much more to say

My struggles make me feel isolated
Out of time and over dated.
With the stress and peer pressure that surrounds me,
Each and every day they say these struggles couldn't be me

Being me going through so much at a young age
Got me boiling, pumping, and em-barged with much rage.
It’s hard dealing with the sins of the world in my world
Got me scourged and twisted and in a storming heartbreaking whirl

Dashed about in a cyclone
Leaving heartless, cold, and all alone
Scrapes and bruises from my past
Still haunt me now, Alas!

Go away my struggles!
Let me be!
Like a slave bound in shackles, set me free!

Go on with your life and don’t worry about mine
My struggles will vanish in an amount of due time

So tired of people saying its okay
But they won’t know that til they've struggled my way

I now understand my struggles won’t fleece
But will stress me and drive me to the point of my decease
These struggles can’t be cured it’s like a banal disease that slowly
Kills me while I look forward to seeking peace.