Source Of Pain

Just a poem

Material things are what I ask for.

Material things are what you get me.

When really these material things don’t fix it.

The problem, the situation.

What’s the combination to the locker of freedom?

 

Freedom of this non-sense

Freedom of this pain.

This is really insane.

I’m tired of the game…with satin

‘Cause I’ve been really patient, and I’m tired of waiting

 

What’s the situation or even the irritation

Of this pain or this non-sense of a game

Do I need to explain

An explanation would be nice, if you’re asking for my advice

 

The hole is really deep, maybe kind of steep

Pitch black, I really wish the world would cut me slack.

Big boulders sitting’ on my shoulders.

The problems?

I wish I could put em’ in a folder, then burn it.

Freedom, how do I earn it?

Author's Note

No negative replies please,i'm only 14. Thanks.

Reviews

[CashTheWriter]

Thanks everyone.

[cfix]

I liked your last line alot.
This is amazing really. I like the flow of it.
Nice job!

[Arianna]

:) well put i like it:)