The Problem Child

Many things run in my mind

but in the darkness no way I can find.

My life is going in circles,

will I ever overcome my hurdles?

I pray each day for a miracle

so that I can calm my mind, so fickle.

As I lay every night on my bed

I think of every word I ever said.

Am I a person who is wrong

or someone who is strong?

Emotions in me run wild

am I the problem child?

I walk on and on, on this path

knowing I will have to face the wrath.

I still go ahead with sure confidence

hoping all the good things in life are not a co-incidence.

Head held high I walk,

with every word thought, I talk.

A day will come in my deserted life

when everything wrong will be right.

That will be the day when I will find

when they will be peace and calm in my mind.

The problem child will then see,

there is no where else she would rather be!