I wrote a poem to tell how I felt,
I'm surprised i didn't shrivel up or melt.
The poems I write come from the heart.
Telling how I feel from end to start.
It's just a way of expressing emotions,
Instead of reading or writing devotions.
My mind is a mixture of feelings.
My heart is a pile of apple peelings.
That's a weird way to say it,
but it makes sense to me and I feel it.
The pain and frustration is hard on the soul.
Sometimes my life is like an empty bowl.
No need to feel sorry for me.
I'll be okay, I just need time from the...
Worries of life,
Pain and strife,
I am ending this poem for all you care.
Even though it may be hard to bare,
I have troubles and I can work it out.
Just give me some times and I'll try not to pout.
