A young man am I with nothing but my words
A poem to be written a voice to be heard
Parents who don't know friends who don't understand
The uncertainty if my future the shadows of my past
The mistakes I've made put me to shame
They cloud my mind every single day
I hate being stuck in this place
Where it feels like there is no escape
Things have never been this bad before
I just don't know what to do anymore
Parents are fighting in the next room
It seems like this is all that they do
I try my hardest to drown them out
But the music isn't loud enough
Things at school are even worse than home
Labeled a freak, forced to be all alone
I wish there was someone I could tell
That my life has become a  living hell
But no one even cares
There isn't anybody there
Will it always be this way
Will I ever have a good day
Again I pick up my pad and my pen
This is the only way that I can vent
Poetry is my only escape from a life
That is filled with pain and strife
So I need to write these words 
Because my voice needs to be heard