My girlfriend's name was Crystal.

I'm tired of being judged by 'the better',

even though they've been as low as me.

I'm tired of living the life I live,

being that i don't get enough sleep.

I'm not asking for help, 

just for you to see that life is not perfect for me.


This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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