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I feel terrible everyday,

It's affecting what I say,

And it won't go away.

I just want to be happy,

But my situation is crappy,

Slap full of issues,

I can't afford tissues.

I misuse this body,

Stress becoming a hobby,

A habit I wish I could quit,

I'm killing my spirit,

Or I sold it for money.

Their dollar earns me a penny,

While they have plenty,

I can't afford any,

Taxes devour hourly,

Every hour misery,

A number in the company.

Maybe it just ran from me,

Feeling terrible constantly,

Instantly ruining my day,

Thoughts Get in my way,

Awful things I start to say,

I wish it would go away,

So I could have some energy,

Release me from poverty,

I AM not their property,

This opportunity is mine,

I should at least feel fine,

For GOD's SAKE!!,

I AM DIVINE!