Problems

Millions of problems
they never seem to stop
and when I cannot fix them
I feel my heart drop

I try to do my best
and make others happy
but when I finish what I've done
I always feel crappy

I make others smile
and I tend to smile too
but I'm really only sad
that I can't do what I want to

I keep my issues to myself
and hide them in my mind
but when I try to avoid them
it is me they always find

I fell alone in this world
though there's people around me
my problems started as a seed
but now they've become a tree

They've rooted in my world
like that of ivy vines
but I can't reveal my problems
because my friend always whines

I help them with their problems
and ease up inside
but my life is one hell
of a bumpy ass ride

Hills aplenty
hills galore
my mind's gone
out the door