Down Times

A lot of pressure
With I hold a lot of pain inside
My mind thoughts asking questions
Eyes seeing feeling a lot of shame inside
These things in the future hoping with time will subside
Mistakes daily make it hard to hide
I failed the job
Failed with wealth I failed myself
I sell myself until I got sold myself
Lord help me make the next right step
Feel like a product on the shelf waiting to be sold next

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