End Of Expression Poem by Laura arwen

People make me
nervous
I feel disappointed
to not have
a solid and
healthy program
I feel alone
all the time
but I'm used
to it
My only reason
to spend money
is to help
others
I need to
start over in
a new city
I feel suffering
for my chaos
and my dependent
life
Sometimes I think
I'm very lucky
to be who
I am
My destination is
unknown but my
existence is truly
bored
Probably I'm totally
wrong with my
happiness
I must reduce
my mental chaos
because it is
terrible and frustrating
I feel blocked
in an unwanted
way
I need to
be invisible and
away from people
because they are
too dangerous
I'm very happy
and satisfied when
I buy something
for donation
Life can change