One of my poems-----Just like them
2 years ago
Sitting in my head
trying to find what’s real
is it this?
or this another dream?
My faith has kept me going
through this broken world
I wish I could make it better
but no matter how hard I try
it all seems to be the same
Some days
I question my actions
wondering if I really
have that right
to tell them all it’s ok
They have so many questions
and sometimes I wonder
if I truly know the answers
Trying so hard
to keep them hope
hope that will last
hope that will make it better
Sitting here
trying to remember who I am
trying to remember I’m just like them
