Pain

What is this feeling?
This is Pain.

Why do I feel so bad?
This really makes me mad.
This is pain.

What can cause this?
This witch ruins bliss.
This feeling I will not miss.
This is pain.

Who can be this cruel?
Too use this as a tool.
Who believes this is cool?
Could this be school?
This is pain.

What is this feeling?

This is pain.

Wrong

They ask me what’s wrong.
They can’t understand.
So they just ask me to join their throng.

My life is like the hand
that is being whipped.
Or the drummer without his band.

My focus is chipped.
And like a windshield of a car.
It needs to be fixed.

You now you seem so far
away that
your words no longer scar.

You yet to understand.
The problems of life are crammed.