just a "poem" i made 2

often times i get confused
so i tend to keep myself focused
on other things, i can never get used
to this game i don't ever want to lose

i thought to myself, i want to succeed
even if sometimes i think this isn't even a need
but then i thought again, i'm just a kid
who's still growing, like a just planted seed

but then again, i'm still too young to understand
about the wondrous, dangerous world the lord made by his hands
it might be hard for me, but i'll just have to stand
no matter what happens, my faith should never end

i often drown in these thoughts of mine
it's difficult to swim back up, a bit impossible to get it fine
i fix my thoughts, though it takes a lot of time
but it's worth it anyways, my thoughts get clear most of the time

may it take weeks, or months, or even years
though while i'm in the process i get a lot of tears
it's hard of course, nothing goes easy in life
so we must face it all, sadness, happiness, and fears

i know i can do it, everyone of us can
different problems, different goals
different emotions we tend to hold
some cry a lot, some hide them all
some even try to erase their precious souls
i'm hoping you don't give up,
and just rest when you get all tired
it's okay to stop once in a while
just get back up and run again
you can slower your pace,
you can go different ways
just don't pick the wrong one
now that's a pressure, must i say?
this poem's going nowhere,
but i hope you find a place to stay
where your heart can feel comfortable
where you can be happy always

now i'm not talking about heaven
that's a different topic, we must stay away
have faith in yourself, trust every move you make
then you'll be happier, you can never notice that, ey

ps
this poem really went nowhere
and ended up in a somewhere
but i hope this made some sort of sense
cause if it didn't then i don't know what to say

i'm sorry i guess?
and thank you for reading my mess.
now i need to sleep right now
because tomorrow, i have a test.

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