A poem I had written in 7th grade...

MY SOUL SEEKS
Its dark all around,
the day is to dawn
but I can FEEL the dark all around.
The times are marked by selfishness
no place for emotions
Happiness or sadness.
Creating fear, making me tear
rumblings of corrupt power.
This helplessness, I wish to mouth
But what can I do..
when outnumbered by the thousands of shouts
Left bereft...not even earning
My own butter and bread
My thoughts trapped in the prison of my mind,
the desperation of my soul I cannot bind
My soul seeks peace
but all it gets is a piece
and it cannot fight, lest it gets fleeced.

NO, i was not contemplating suicide:)