The Seed Of My Problem

The seed of my problem

Once in my life I was stress-free.
Having High hopes, & good self-esteem .
But now an error has ruined my American dream.
So I suffer & hurt with no one to plead.
This world is selfish &I try to leave it to be.
Now the world has gone mad, something I could never foresee .
Frustration & anger I can only feel
So inside I decide.... Decide to weep.
Countless time I find it
Hard for me to sleep.
Just wondering why all,
of this happened to me.

No one has done their ability
Why should I take this responsibility
What I have lost, can't be gain so simply.
These moments of stress tend to hit directly.
Against the seed of my problem,
I am choosing....
Choosing not to handle things so lightly.
With God on my side, who shall be against me?
I know the devil is out there...
and yes he's not friendly