You want to know what makes me cry
Critisism of my life
Even though I know,
I’m way too shy
To tell anyone what been going on
In my head
My passion and dreams seem to be dry
Because I suffer from some conflict
That you are too ignorant to ignite
Take my pain and I’ll put it in a poem
I’ve been struggling way too long
Ever since them drugs they took my mom
When will you understand
That I’m not looking for simpathy
But maybe just some simple empathy