Me Poem by Christon SykesSmith

Got to find myself in this sea
I'm up a stream without a paddle
I’m on a boat without a saddle
People are expecting me to fail
And there is a tear in my sail and it's raining down hail
And it feels like I'm trapped in jail
They might get what they want after all they might just see me fall
Some time I wish that I was never brought into this place
But I know one day I will
And I’m tired of being all alone
This solitary moment makes me want to go back home
No matter what I say I can't deny the fact that I will always need someone to lean on
One day I will find a person that needs me and I need them to survive
On that day we will drive away and be alone
At that time I don’t want to do back home
If I did I would feel like a gnome
They’d set me down and leave me alone to fend for myself
You know I could use some help I can’t do this all by myself
Why can anyone help me to get past this sea of hate
I wish I could have a clean slate
Instead of being stranded in this sea of hate
It might be my time I’m not worth a dime since I committed that crime...