The things in my Head
The things in my head
Will get me sent back.
I've been there twice.
Nothign helps.
Nobody helps, but everybody makes it worse.
I don't tell peoppe how I feel,
Because they always think I need help.
I don't need help.
I'm fine.
This is all normal.
But most people that I see everyday,
Look happy with a smile on there face.
Why don't have that?
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world