I'm sick of everyone telling me what to do,
Telling me about my life and what is true,
I'm sick of the anger i hold inside,
Feeling so empty like i fell over and died,
I'm so tired of lust and not knowing whats right,
Crying myself to sleep deep in the night,
I'm so tired of peoples words that they say,
Not knowing if everything will actually be okay,
I'm stressed about whats going to happen next,
If my grandpa will be okay and pass the next step,
I'm stressed on my self image just to impress,
Just so I'm the one who happens to look the best,
I'm stressed about dying and when its going to happen,
I don't want to worry about the actual end,
I'm scared of life and my future,
Not knowing what will happen for sure,
I'm scared of my brother going away again,
I don't even know if I'm an actual true friend,
I'm worried about getting older,
And what it will be like once it gets colder,
I'm worried about my friends disappearing on me,
Looks like it started to happen unknowingly,
I think of the past and how it was all good,
If i could go back i definitely would,
I think of this poem and how it breaks my heart,
To know i have lost a lot since my life just began to start.
