Drama

Poem about drama

Why is my life filled with so much drama?
Can't anyone see the grief, the pain it causes me?
And I'm the one who has to be strong, while you go cry to mama
The only thing that keeps me going is the fact that possibility stretches out like the sea
The next person who steps to me with drama is being put out like Osama
Cuz I'm not letting no motherfucker stop me from being what I want to be
This shit has me thoughtful again, no doubt this shit is a trauma
And you people look at me and wonder why I'm so cold?
Why I feel no remorse for any of the shit I say?
Now everyone I love is turned against me an says I need to be controlled
So much is happening, feels like the core of my soul is dying away
I guess I can't say none of this shit was never foretold