My Self

My cries will be heard but silent to the ear.
My voice is loud as lions but no one can even hear.
I walk the earth with a heavy burden.
I sit in a dark room hurting with the responsibilities of an adult.
Now I'm thinking, wow, my luck.
When I look into the sky,
I'll see my life passing by.
Life is short, but it seems so long.
But I have to stay strong.
It hits me like a train.
I have a cloud over my head and it rains.
I found out the bad news, now I have the blues.
I always ask myself why I lose.
Why do I cry?
I feel bad, while I'm siting crying, a little girl or boy is dying.

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