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

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