to whom might care

To whom it may concern I'm stuck in a place, a place where there's no space for a smile on my face. To whom I will listen to the words I speak, their Sheak, it almost puts my mind in defeat,and my feet start to deplete. To whom who can relate, I got allot on my plate, I play by fate ,the things it may take,but I will not make a mistake. To whom who know the feelings of it all,just stand tall,take control of the ball, your tries will not let you fall . To whom I have told I'm done with this poem, my minds alone, as I clone the unknown ,so do what you're shown.