Struggling With Myself Poem by tiyler durden
Struggling With Myself
I sit alone
no time to moan
I sit and think
About my brink
Of emotional stress
I feel like a mess
I want to scream and shout
I want to stomp about
My head is full
Of all this bull
I cannot grasp
On tiny daily task
This emotional tress
is making me a complete mess!
Go easy it'sd monday man...........Friday Better for sure......Dave
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4/24/2024 7:08:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Is it really that challenging? How can I sit here and say that knowing these words have had similar arrangement in my own mind. Yes, I'm guilty of empathy. I respect your strength to share them at the beginning of the week. Nice energy friend.