Growth
Suicidal tendencies
I am...
Anxiety in its worst possible state
I'm something a mother would hate to see
Quiet little petite lone black sheep
I am...
This world's nuttiest nut case, no debate
The one you speak to but our eyes do not meet
I wonder in this world, what is left for me?
i am...
Searching for a path
Empty pockets, rich peers laugh
Yet I know, I am...
The suicidal weak sheep no mo
The sky is my shepherd, my brain is my road
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community