Simple, Yet Stressful

I must confess it

The me that’s unfit

To better myself

Is what I have felt

A must to be loved

But what I have shoved

To be keen, I should

I misunderstood

To stand for justice

Is where I rusted

My heart pains to see

Evil and its fee

What I desire

Is the pain’s expire

To inhabit peace

My soul deadly needs

I dread for the most

At any for the cost

Food over money

Yet more in wanting

When I hide my truth

I am called a fool

When I feel sorrow

I keep it hollow

Contain my feelings

Is hard in keeping

Tried to be simple

But end up stressful

For I must agree

Not great I have been

Keep fighting I must

For I’ve never lost

I believe in me

For I be simply

Simple as I be

You know me baby!

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