My life of struggles
Daddy told me when I was 8 "You'll make mistakes"
Indeed he was right, I've learned mine in the 9th grade
Although I don't regret my mistakes, as a matter in fact, I learned from it
But everytime I go back, I can feel my throat being tangled by so much it hurts to even talk about it
My tears wanting to come out just making it harder for me
Life is some sort of art, it keeps you going by wanting to see and experience from what goes around
It mainly inspires you to your heart and soul
But most people don't even know it
My momma bear always keeps me out of trouble
To make better decisions and be a role model for my brother
I sometimes can't even focus
From all this stress and emotion and all this thinking for the future, I just feel broken