Poetry

So

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much on my shoulder

And no one is around to help.

Everyone just looking at me as if I have all the answers.

I’m still looking for my own answers and now I have others use me as their lifeline.

So I grow tired and worn out until I start looking like them.

I know being me may seem easy but the truth is being me is starting to suck.

For j want to run so bad but I can’t for now but the staying isn’t worth it and I see the truth more and more.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Copyright ©️ 2015 By Deirdre Stokes