Tough time


Had a lot of disappointment in my life,

not graduating tops it,

I cry a million times,

but who hears me,

It does not matter how many times I clear my mind,

it always seems to come back,

when somebody ask me,

"are you graduating?"

i have to hold my head up high,

and them the truth,

lord knows my heart is broken,

My smile is different,

my altitude is mean and green,

But willing to get threw this,

I just need a direction,

To lead me,

guide me,

so I can be able to move on,






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