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So many things have been going on. It gets me so stressed, I'm like a ticking bomb. There's so many things in my life going wrong That I could put it all in a damn song.
Or better yet a book, that's how many things there are. It would be such a big hit that I would become a star. This stress has me doing the things I never wanted to do. It got me disrespecting and smoking, and even cutting too.
My brother, God bless him, was an angel in church. Now there are people out there for him in search. That sweet little boy, who just started doing wrong. They had him locked up for eight months, yes that damn long.
My mother, such an angel, was so happy before. But then all of this happened, and her heart is so sore. My step-dad came in her life and made her so happy, but now he's just a grumpy old man, just so damn snappy.
At school I'm so myself, just as quiet as a mous. And, sometimes, I feel like I'm the only sane one in the house.
But, why me, God? Why me? I feel so locked in, not at all free. Please, God, please, just hear my plea. I want to know why... Why me, God? Why me?
