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So Many Obstacles
No other person understands,
Understands the things I go through.
Some people call them problems,
I know them as obstacles.
I strive and seek for ways to get passed,
Pass the things that are forever on my mind.
I don’t ask for help because of others,
Others really don’t understand.
Others have to walk in my shoes,
To know of all my blues.
Yet others try to come into,
And understand when they can’t.
A small percent I don’t understand,
And sometimes it really upsets me.
I try so hard to get through,
The many things that keep me blue.
April 16, 1994
