The stress of this place

The Stress of This Place The stress of this place That's what you see when you look at my face I look tired and at the same time excited Afraid of the bad dreams so when sleep comes I fight it So I wake up exhausted with yesterday's fears But I can't show weakness in here so I make sure to hide my tears I hold tight to my faith but it's getting hard Constantly praying to the Parole board as if it were my God I feel as if I have gone blind within my own mind Please can anyone credit me a stick, a pill, or a line Because I have to leave here somehow TPM or PED? Hell No! I Mean Right Now! I don't even know how much time I have left But will I be free before there is another family death Seems like the bad moments never stop There's a block on my phone and I can't afford to use a flop And I think the mail man must have quit Unless they're calling my name and I just don't hear it But she told me she'll patiently wait Then why am I so angry, depressed, anxious, and full of hate Am I a paranoid MH 5 with suicidal tendencies Because it seems like I am surrounded by nothing but the enemy I feel as if my whole life has gone to waste...... Or is it just the stress of this place The Wordist - WAM