Troubled waters poem

Once upon a time, there was a girl

That wanted to do her dreams but couldn't do it,

Troubled waters kept getting in her way,

She would always have a troubled sorrowful day,

I can do it' I can do it' I can do it '

Like the little red caboose

Just like her mother told to her as a child,

But she still had doubts, She still had voices in her head that would say you can't do it with yelling shouts"

She kept dreaming of running away from her house,

And running like a scary little mouse

Every morning, she would wake up and sit on the coach,

Giving up on her dreams,

With troubled water streams,

Not motivated, the atmosphere fated,has created, a scary person she has, no concentration very frustrated, but she embraced it,

Because... as a child and her growing up

She had a learning disability, abnormally a responsibility,

Because of her struggle, little personality,

That she wasn't smart

Yes, she wanted to be somebody in life. There was one teacher who said she couldn't teach here she had a terrible

Wear woof strife. There was a sad feeling, but I realized God is my heart healing, of the troubled water that would bleed and go further.

This is my story of the things that were harder.