With no means to an end.Crying out for help--
A message I send.
Tired of being--
Who I am.
Taking fake pictures--
In front of a cam.
I'm all smiles--
But they're wearing out.
This life, this world--
Is not what I'm about.
Faking smiles--
Even when it hurts.
Chasing boys--
'Cause I'm a flirt.
Life is harder--When you're depressed.
Praying to God--
To get me out of this mess.
But in this life--
There's God and you.
And there are choices--
No matter what you do.
You can aim for joy--
Or you can stay in pain.
Like blood on a carpet--
It's just a stain.
I'm tired of complaining--
So, I'll try harder this year.
And keep smiling--
As I push through the fear.
LaTasha B.
© 2016
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