Why can’t I be normal? I’m just a weird girl,my soft black skin and my tight- coiled curls  I use to be so happy my smile lit up the room,now I cope with drugs hoping I’ll be gone soon Little kids playing on the swingsets I remember those days,now I just want to be alone surrounding myself with waves  RAW Rolling papers I got from the convenience shops,Going 79 in a 40 in my Mustang getting pulled over by the cops Tickets after tickets causing my parents to be angry,I could’ve almost died but honestly it didn’t scare me.  “Your brother looks up to you be a fucking role model”but my life is shit I drink as I take it out on the bottle Depressed and sad you can’t live this forever,I keep my thoughts in I’m not really getting better  $18 dollars an hour, how can that pay for my bills?If I worked my ass off I could do it I got the skills  I hate agrueing it just made  no sense,but Mama has to get the last word in causing mixed emotions and tense I love my family they will forever have my heart.But they yap so much I often look up to weed as an art. Stressed over everything trying to figure it out,you’d take advantage of me crumbling concrete like a drought.  But I have to focus on me I hate the feeling like this welp,am I overreacting or do I really just need help?