My Problems

My problems turn me down at times
about this and that,
Having my nerves calmed
is not easy
when my heart is cracked.

I get nervous and cry
when it comes to hurtful words,
I'd rather listen
to the sweet soothing sounds
of birds.

Trying to hold it in
is not the thing to do.
Soon it will come out
and it gets worse too.

My voice starts to shake
and my hands begin to quiver,
When this happens in school
I then begin to shiver.

Being called on in class
makes me feel like a little puddle,
But I really want to prove
that I can be a ocean that rumbles.

Nobody here knows the pain
that I've been feeling inside,
except for God who will help me through this wave tide.