A Year

All simple and relax is the way to live life

but if it weren't for my family I'd have a blast. 

Living everyday in a trapped box not being able to reach out

makes me feel like I am nothing. 

I wish to explode and be out the box 

since I would be able to be by myself

had I been raised in a lovelier time. 

They don't care but that's okay 

2 more years to go and I'll be out of there. 

My life will go on and memories will fade 

but in a year I'll be able to say;

i love my memories from that year indeed. 

It was great and enjoyable thank you year 

for it was a new experience I had to live. 

This poem is about: 
My family


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