Life is full of too much stress.
I am pessimistic, I confess...

Thin brown hair and eyes of blue,
That once shone deep...

Out in the driveway is a trike
It is shiny and red, with unused black wheels...

At dusk the first
star appears...

*song i wrote about no one i know, just a mother...
Whoa...

*song my friend and I wrote*
You see me, but you...

As I sit here in class
looking out from my prison cell...

In dire need of rescue, that's when you found me.
Saved my soul, breathed into me life...

Middle School...

Deep in the middle of the night,
a parent wakes, with a slight fright...

One day you say you hate me,
and are done with me...

Music is poetry with beat
Releases all my stress and fear...