Much Stress

Tue, 01/27/2015 - 11:49 -- Emenate

We just can’t avoid it or control it

Fighting and shouting, so much on the back!

The temper hot our actions coldest

So much sorrow its bad, despite the fact

That one day we might break down and collapse

Anger and tears make it through fear

We’re strong individuals through that

Scared of reality, don’t want to hear

It may not be good and yes it is sad

It is really harmful to the people

On and on and so it goes, simply trash

It seems like it won’t stop like a sequel

Although it seems like a dramatic mess

We are only humans they’ll be MUCH STRESS

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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