Who are we?
What is life?
Your teachers will tell you
it’s the condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter,
but i'm not looking for a web search definition
a condition it is
a horrid virus
for one that can not be cure
finding yourself in the thing we so call our earth is
nearly
to
impossible
you try to be someone you're not
to fit in with the cool kids
to not disappoint your parents
to be a good sister,
but dig
dig a little deeper
and further into the soil of your heart
the deps of your soul
life can not be found
mom
she want you to be perfect
the best child she ever had
you try so hard
hiding from the fear
that peers through your eyes
it hurts to live this thing called life
life can't be shown by
buying the most popular clothing
life isn't found by starving yourself
so you can be the next victoria's secret model
it's a horrible reality
that you might not be good enough for the person
you're standing right next to
who you've never seen them in your life, but
yet you try so hard to make
them jealous
you planted your seed of life
you saw how delicate it was
when the first sprout came out of
the dirt
the sun
shining its rays so hard
you can't find shade
you can't hide anymore
the life is sucked out of you
you having nowhere to go
nothing to do
everything you were ever told was a lie
people aren't nice
they hurt each other
and then
go stab you in the back
till death faces you
this earth is the exact opposite of
life
life is free
how can I ever be free
when i am trying so hard
not to let the person i've kept inside
so long
to never come out
I wear the mask for all of us
you dream of being the most popular girl
in the school
that isn't you
you are perfect in your own way
it doesn't matter what
people say
wear
the
clothing
you
want to wear
why does it matter what
anyone else thinks
you're the coward, not them
you keep the real you bundled up inside
and in return
you are lying to yourself
how can you ever
live life?
you simply cant
layer
by
layer you are slowly being
torn apart
no one can see it
you have made a whole new
identity for yourself
covering up who you
truly are
because you don't want
anyone to find
you under the skin from which
you are hiding under
you honestly love drawing bugs
in you pajamas
while sitting on your netted hammock
on a summer day,
but you don't.
the fear comes back that
billy
might tell
joe
who might then tell
sue
that you are weird
life is weird
the real you is weird
your friends
are weird for not showing who they are
and since when has weird been defined
as a bad thing?
never!
it has always been assumed
life throw weird things at you, but why does it
always have to be bad?
tick, tock, tick, tock
Time goes by
And your still as lifeless
As you'll ever be.
life doesn't last forever
its quick
why spend it in torture
be who you are
don't be ashamed
it doesn't
and it never
will
matter what the other people think
your approval is all you'll need
being average is good,
but being gifted, that's something
beyond this life.
you can take tests to see
where you'll end up years later,
but honestly you're the only one who can decide
what comes next
being man enough
to admit who you are thats true talent
show the world who you
really are
show them the right way
to
live
life