I wrote a poem this morning.

Internal conflict

Feels like the world is on my shoulders,

And there's weights around my feet,

Misfortune round every corner,

And trouble on every street.

I don't know who to turn to,

I don't know what to do,

Seems like all my dreams are crashing down,

But it's all OK for you.

I turn self destructive,

Want to run away at night,

You try your best to comfort me,

And try to put things right.

But the solution's not that simple,

Still want to run and hide,

Your words cannot banish the thoughts i have inside.