The Little Things Mess Up My Day (odd-rhyming poem on how i feel)

Sometimes my days are okay. and maybe sometimes i feel if i close my eyes and pray.... that everyting , might be alright.
sure things get hard and you have to fight, but then you realize ive been fighting the whole time.
I FEEL IM MAKING TOO MANY PROMISES ON THINGS IM NOT SURE OF.
continously fighting. for rediculous reasons in the eyes of foreigners .
im always standing up for my right. i cant afford to give up the fight.
and i cant sleep at nite, because home is always on my mind.
but the littlest THINGS that may seem so BIG happen most all the time .little things like seeing a boy beat up a girl on the road and get away with it. Seeing and Hearing actual mobs. Dealing with the peer presure.Little things like being downed by people who i actually thought maybe you can be my "friend" or things like Thinking about how i can help the unfortunate person who's begging for food outside my car, or how can i help the child who cant afford to go to a school. Thoughts like these often cloud my mind. and my reality is left somewhere behind, in a place called home.
i can barley make it by.
im just trying to survive.