My Spare Time

I break, I cry, I give up, want to die.
I shake my fist, kick the air, throw things at the walls.
I smile, I act okay, I hide the feelings inside.
I worry,
              worry,
                          worry, 
                                      my little life away.
I know His plan is great and perfect.
I know He loves and adores me.
I know that his way is right, 
but I sill worry,
                            worry,
                                        worry,
                                                    my little life away.

This poem is about: 
Me

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