It's So Hard

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    • supermancdr
    • is at the point of a writters block...aaahhhh so frustrating

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    Life is always rough and the only person who can change that up is yourself. Just because it's tough don't give up. It can always be worse. You could be dead.

    It's So Hard

     My life is getting to hard to handle
    I feel like everytime someone comes around it's a scandle
    At points i get hot as if im in an all black flannel
    A 100 degrees staring at my life high up from a mantel
    I feel pressured into everything I do
    I can't make a decision about most, only a few
    I want to get up and move
    I shouldn't have to leave and pick and chose
    It seems that im always going to lose
    Im short tempered and at the end of my fuse
    It's not all about you and not about me
    But close your eyes and see
    Who I really be
    Im not the embrios on flies on trees
    I deserve as much respect as him
    I deserve bright light not just dim
    A life of love thats not a sin
    My past is me but doesn't show where my heart been
    You don't know me, my mom, or closest of kin
    Life is already hard
    Having to reach up high for those stars
    The beer, the weed, the bars
    The drive by shootings in multipul cars
    But we just charge
    Charge that to the game
    Rise above and enter the hall of fame
    Walk with your head up, no shame
    Everyone in this world is diffrent, never the same
    Once a challenge, always
    Life is as hard as a difficult maze
    It will all pass, I guess it's just a phase
    Life is hard to deal with
    Wish you were your next door neighbor Mr. Smith
    Hold your head high with a small little lift
    I love the world but feel sorry for myself
    I feel im losing my life and can't buy another on the shelf
    I wish I knew how to disappear and melt
    Life is tough, just sit back and ride
    Because you could blink once and find out you died

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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