Life

January 9, 2014

Who am I to accuse and judge a life?

So many find pleasure in judging mine

Dealing with so many different kinds of strife

Fighting hard to find a little peace in time

Always being told I will never make it

But spends my time encouraging others

Throughout my life I've learned to just fake it

Keeping my feelings completely covered

But I've finally figured out what I need

And I'm beginning to love me for me

I will continue to follow my dreams

I don't need you around to succeed

So you're either with me or against me

I’ll still be good with only Gods on my team

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