Teenage Sorrows - Poem by Jessie Hopkins
Every night, they come for me,
the worries of tomorrow.
I lie in bed and feel
every woe and sorrow.
The challenges of love,
the trials of school,
and dealing with those demons
that call me a fool.
The problems with parents,
the difficulties with my brother,
makes me sometimes wonder
why I even bother.
But then I remember,
as I lie there in bed,
the smiles I bring to others
and how I never want that to end.
So I shut out those negative thoughts
and give those demons a shove,
and fall asleep to the warm feeling
that I am most definitly loved.
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