Dear God
I have so many things to ask
So many questions on my mind
I’m tired of hiding behind my mask
I look to you to find
The answers to my questions
The helping hand
The caring suggestions
Someone who understands
I need your help with it all
I’m being overwhelmed
The devils having a ball
I’m not felling very loved
But slowly it all fades
My anger, depression and hate
You strip me clean
Cleansed to the purest rate
You start to rebuild me
A photocopy of you
You gave your son to save me
Thank you.
Young Poet
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