Do this- Do that-
Be perfect- Be exact-
Learn quick- Be smart-
Don't mess up- Don't stand out-
But be different- Don't be the same-
Don't be all that- Don't play mind games
So many people trying to tell me who I am-
Who I was meant to be-
What my destiny has already made.
Forget the future-
Its already been told-
By the same people who are telling me to take chances in this world.
Confusion is a drug-
Once it starts- it only grows to a more psychotic increase.
Do this- Do that-
Be perfect- Be exact.
How can I be all you wanted-
When I don't know me?
When I have yet to dance under the rain clouds-
Have my heart broken-
Or grow apart from my friends?
I haven't felt sadness- the kind that makes your weep.
I haven't laugh the laughter- That makes happiness the greatest thing seeked.
Instead I am forced to listen-
To the people who can't make up their minds-
Be this- But do that...
What are you expecting of me?
But I guess that is life-
So confusing but grand.
Maybe when I am older-
They'll give me the chance to understand.
Till then- I'll be me-
Or at least the person I think I am.
Because I am learning-
That life has to be taken slowly- Like a child being urged to walk.
To hold out me hands for help and let the advice come along.
To smile and be positive and cry my tears when they come-
And to take it all one step at a time when the time comes.
-Sam
((Kinda corny- kinda confusing- but thats how I am feeling now so...blah....its my journal. haha. ))
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