My mind needs cleared of all these bad thoughts,

My soul is beginning to rot.

Everything good that ever happened to me is beginning to evaporate,

My life is so bad I just can't concentrate.

How could one person feel this way,

Like nothing could ever brighten up their day.

I got a face that barely smiles,

All it ever shows is frowns, frowns, frowns.

Why me, I begin to ask,

Why am I always so sad.

Why me, I always said,

Why am I angry and mad.

Why me, I begin to say,

Why does my soul feel this way.

Why me, I begin to sing,

Why does it seem like my freedom bells never ring.

Why me, I begin to scream,

Why do I cry so much I can make a stream.

This is too much to handle for 1 young lady,

All I want, all I want is for someone to save me

-- FASHAE JACKSON