Mortal Hell Poem by Melissa Ramey

All of hell is what i feel.
Sometimes I wish these feelings weren't real.
I don't know my purpose,
but I'm soon to find out.
God has a reason, that I have no doubt.
Is this life for me
in which ill succeed
or become another teenage anger,
and feel the excitement when I put others in danger?
I'm not your natural teenager, and i hope to never be
they say I'm spoiled rotten because I'm full with glee
they say I'm just a teenager.Thats what they label me.
But in the U.S is where i feel free.
I don't know how to explain it, these nasty feelings I get.
They help to put me down and fill my body with regret.
I wan't to know the purpose my god had chosen me
I wan't to know what i will come to be.
I want to learn the facts.
Im tired of putting on acts.
My life is a mortal danger
what i feel is my lifes a mortal hell
when others see the happiness they say im doing well.
but that is not the reason im writing this today
I just want for all of you to know im NOT okay.