My Life

I am tired of the hurt
I am tired of the pain
Where can I turn?
When there is a lot in my way


Who do I call friends?
Who do I call enemies?
Whose family
Am I better left being alone?

My heart aches for relief
That burst of happiness
Like a new babe brought into the world

Am I ever going to move from this confused state?
Unsure about my feelings
Unsure about my fate

Who do I turn to?
Who do I hate?
Is this the end?
Of my not so fairytale life?

by sancia lawrence

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where there is questions there is answers....well expressed pain.
The thick mist of confusion we all meet at one point in our life and the frustration that ensues after being lost in it for too long...nice work