the student

i hate it the moment i returned home, i'm greeted with troubles
even on the way to nic's house, received a call from mum saying granny's admitted
dampened my mood
then received home to receive more unpleasant news
sometimes, i question my existence
for what reason am i made to go through such ordeals?
n when will they end?
worrying has become my forte over these years
though worrying is of no use
the problems will still be there.

i hate problems which i dun have a solution to it
maybe it's just me but i would think hard about it
n whilst thinking hard about it, i tend to keep quiet
as if i'm out of this world
though i think long n hard, no solutions prove viable