What a life
Year in and year out things feel rocky and inconsistent
But, if things are consistenly inconsistent, is it really inconsistency?
Hours cut at work and homework piling up at school
Too much work for such a young body and young mind
Life detoriorating in front of my eyes and in my body
So much pain and hurt in my soul that needs to be released
A pen and paper takes it all away
Words flow onto the paper and feelings begin to pour out
A burden of hurt lifts off my chest and I can breathe again
In such a cold world of deception and betrayal, I can survive
Day by day, My strength grows and I become more dangerous than before
I will survive
I will thrive
I will become what I am destined to be