Limited to a piece of paper my imagination trapped in lead
To express my self will expose my weakness and allow
Others to see the truth I write to relieve myself
To let out my anger and frustration
My mind is full and my mind has been working over time
There is way to much going on this year, time seems to have stop
This year I learned to open my mind to others
I been hurt by the one I trusted the most
I been fooled by to one I hold so dear
I left my education so far behind to hard to get back
I been passed the poverty issue and
Gone into the property issue
Abandoned by, left without a mother,
my other mother refuse to except me for who I am
Im left with no one but my friends who I
refuse to Burdon in my shame, in fact Im alone
No one left to help, I use my imagination to cover up the truth
The truth from myself and others
Now all I can do is write to clam my mind,
To relax till the next issue rises to take its toll
I need a vacation, where my mind can rest
Ever for a moment for me, to comprehend what coming up next
I still have one premonition, the last site onto the future
Nothing is getting easier, and it may never be
Life gets harder but I keep on pushing
Till I have to ask whats the point
