Poem -


Am I going to be subjected to a tradgity . Is anyone going to suspect that it was murder . Falling prey to society a subject in the eyes , monitoring me . No mail a good thing , no profile a good thing . Watched enough us humans . Is there a way to adviod the sord  and stop them making tradic stories . I so would like no one to suffer . Wail with sorrow , howl into their pillow , be a mental mess . Tradgic events are occuring more often . When it rains it snows. Compfort to the wounded not supplyed by centers , shrinks , doctors just hand out antidepressants . If one never deals with tradgity then the pool of anger and woe filled breaking of souls never stops .