Drowning in my own self pity,
life so rough and gritty.
Trapped and beaten like a slave,
pushed down into a dark grave.
Feel so scared and alone,
like a child with no home.
I carry around these feelings of agony,
trying to avoid a devastating tragedy.
This stress I must contain,
Just want to be in control of my life again.
Phil Panebianco
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/agony-25/
