Life

by Brittney   Jul 24, 2006


Why do I care so much?
Worried out of my mind.
Even the slightest touch
Makes me go into a bind.
I'm always sad. Very depressed.
Its really bad, I'll have to confess.
Sometimes I wish it would all end.
A day of celebration is all I pend.
It seems as if I'm a delation to all my friends.
I feel fake around others.
Why can't I be myself?
Even around my brothers.
I don't know if its just my health.
But I may need some help.

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