The stress
The stress is getting to me and people aren't getting easier like they use to be and people never make things easier try to reach out yet it backfire's and feels like i'm gonna drown even when I'm at my best i hide behind my smile, i try to be honest i try to be respectful i try to be the person other's can depend on even if i can't depend on myself yet know one will understand what i been through I been through periods breakups overwhelme sometimes I probably will get overwhelmed know matter what.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world