Mi Vida Loca Poem by angel valencia

tears flow down each eye
for so many reasons in life
things havent been the same
there are two faces staring at me
whenever i look in the mirror
but wich one is me the one living life
or reality? family problems arise and
fights begin. cant take the pain it's like
someone stabbing you in the back
life is full or reasons but not for me
things pass by me the people i see
everyday are old nothing matters to me
but who i am. i fall and fall but try to get up
but then something tells me to give up
then something tells me to keep going
what do i do listen to facts or keep the truth?
whishin things would go back to the olden
days where things are bight and shining not
when things are comming to and end.