My Depressing Life

by sheena tuttle   Nov 30, 2004


Through my life I grow older,
And each day I pray,
To just get help to handling,
Each and very day.
I hope that all the boys grow up,
And hopefully grow a brain,
Cause stupidity is all that their minds,
Seem to contain.

Stress is what my house holds,
Each and every day,
So I occupy myself with sports,
So I won’t get in the way.

I stay late after school,
To practice and get better,
My dad is going crazy,
And my mom is always stressing,
So I ignore my life in a way,
Cause it is so depressing.

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

More Poems By sheena tuttle