My Spare Time
I break, I cry, I give up, want to die.
I shake my fist, kick the air, throw things at the walls.
I smile, I act okay, I hide the feelings inside.
I worry,
worry,
worry,
my little life away.
I know His plan is great and perfect.
I know He loves and adores me.
I know that his way is right,
but I sill worry,
worry,
worry,
my little life away.
This poem is about:
Me