My Trouble Poem by Sarah Green

Trouble finds me where ever I go.
I can't not be bored and not get in trouble.
Why me? Why does everyone yell?
Can't they just listen to why I'm doing things.
My skill relies on feeling and all I am is angry, sad, or happy.
I can't take it much longer it is just to hard.
I don't even have anyone left, compared to many others.
They all know what I feel like.
I can't just do one thing any more.
I feel the gravity of the world on me.
It's pushing down so hard on me that I feel I'm going to fall.
Names can still hurt as they are flung by so many.
Don't try and change me it's who I am and who I'll always be.