Changing it Up a Bit
Stressed
Weak
Sad
My mom
Pushing through torturous days at her job
Just to keep the lights on for me
Fatigued
Weak
Sad
My dad
Sick, with no heart to try
Just a shadow fading out of life
Depressed
Drained
Done
Is what I choose not to be
Pushing my myself to do my best every fucking day
Keeping my head up high to say "screw you fate"
I make my own path
I make my own life
I will not let this get in the way of my future
I will get my dream job
These days, though, it is getting harder
Because the dream job that everyone should have is simple:
It just has to make people Happy
And what makes me Happy is teaching
Expanding the minds of our future
Helping them to grow
To be Happy one day
Hopefully this dream will be fulfilled so I can be
Successful
Happy
Me
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