Refugee Poem: Where Am I Going?

Refugee Poem
Where am I going?
Am I going to die?
I feel like I'm going to cry
Where I'm going is not showing Being eighteen is pretty hard
Chills from bills and they will
Make me upset and I don't have skill
In survival on my own – I must keep up my guard. Well, I shouldn't be a Negative Nelly.
It can't be that difficult to find an occupation
But, I am going to a new nation.
At least I have money for some food for my belly. This boat ride makes me feel sick
The swaying at night keeps me awake
And gives me a terrible, monstrous headache
I want to leave this boat - quick! Of course, escaping this boat would be impossible.
If I jumped off I would obviously die
And Uncle Amos would probably cry!
My mom, dad, brother