Gang Life

by Jacob
(Bloomington )

In my life of violence I try to break away-
But no matter how hard I try I always have to stay.
Nobody understands, nobody cares-
I feel their looks, I feel their glares.
The gang controls me; I don't have any real friends-
I always have to wonder if tomorrow will finally bring the end.
I'm scared of people; I'm scared of school-
I'm tired of keeping up my image; I'm tired of trying to be cool.
I'm tired of trying; I can't seem to cope-
But one word keeps me going, it's that one word called HOPE.

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