Drama, Drama, Drama is all I see and hear
Why does all this drama, have to be so near?
I have so many problems, to deal with in my own life
All the extra problems, cause me extra strife
I’m still trying to move on, from my latest blow
If someone tries to talk to me, how am I to know?
My mind is way too busy, dealing with my stress
I sure do wish that all of this, in my mind I could repress
But I can’t repress it, so I need to try to cope
Everything around me, doesn’t give me much hope
I know I’m not the only one, with problems in my brain
But if I can’t deal with mine, how can I ease your pain?
All the stress is getting to me, I can’t move around
With all the BS going on it’s damn hard to rebound
I’m getting really tired, of trying to win the fight
But in all honesty, I’m trying to do what’s right
Every time I turn around, another problem arises
I should be expecting it; there should be no surprises
But it always seems to sneak in, and catch me unaware
I’m sorry if you need to talk, I have no feelings to spare
My feelings they have died, all along the road
But if you want you can still, sit down and unload
I wish that all these problems, would slip into the past
If that is going to happen, it had better happen fast,
I just don’t understand, all the drama people invoke
More and more problems they seem to try to provoke
My blood pressure goes up, and stays up for a while
Dealing with these problems, I find it hard to smile
It’s hard to be in a good mood, when everything is broke
Most of all you come to realize, life is one big joke
This joke is being played, for someone’s amusement
I don’t think it’s funny at all dealing with the torment
But life goes on and on and on, without further ado
And why the drama continues to build, no one has a clue
But it builds and piles some more stuff on my chest
I have so much already there, I can’t get any rest
It keeps me awake through the night, thinking of a plan
I bust my ass to do what’s right, to help my fellow man
Because I know he needs some help, just to make it through
I give a hand when I don’t have one, they don’t have a clue
All my problems are all mine; they are my cross to bear
I tried to talk about them, no one seemed to care
So I keep them to myself, all buried up inside me
One by one I will deal with them, and then I will be free
All the drama slows me down, from reaching my goal
In the future all that slowed me will pay a heavy toll
They didn’t care that I was hurting, by myself, all alone
That they had no time for me; it chills me to the bone
Now that I have fixed mine, and they are over and through
You should wonder if I’ll be there, next time you are blue
But you know I will be there, to help you out again
But there will be some times, when we cannot win.
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Submission Name: All The Drama
