In my mind,
The troubles won't rewind,
when I am begging for it the most.
I can't tell anyone
of the problems I carry,
So I lead them on with a life of lies.
I can't change my mind,
about who I really am,
If you don't like my decision I will understand.
The trouble awaits,
when we confess to our greats,
and say what really is happening.
I feel so ashamed,
of the person I'm being.
I feel so ashamed,
to even breathe.
Why was I born,
Why am I alive,
I'm just a waste,
waiting to die.
-Tessa Hazzard
