God take hold of my brain

I'm tired of feeling insane

Everyday we live in pain

Already found the blame 

Yet life remains the same

Whose to shame

Well, tell God I'm planning

And I'll be handling any problem

That comes my way

I live in a poison home

Toxic from family, friends,

And even being alone

So when I'm shown 

The futures unknown 

I hope for the best,

Waiting, and creating woes

Knowing I'll have to grow


This poem is about: 
My country


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