Foretold

My inspiration comes from my life
My stories are all true
They let you in
And show you what I have to do
What I have to go through
And what I have to see
Do you think its
Really easy to be me
The late night drunks
And the late night fights
They all are apart
Of something called life
Maybe not yours
But definitely mine
So don't sit there
And think every things fine
You'll never know how I feel
Even with these letters
I cant make the emotion real
Even though I try
Because it releases stress
It is already foretold
I shall fail my final test.