For My Future

When I speak, I don't open my mouth to breathe.

I don't express silence because I want to be heard.

I create my own story through my actions, my words

Seeking to be part of a world that is continuously changing.

 I see desperation, longing to be someone great,

Similar in my own cause but different by fate.

I see mysef through a mirror, and I want to be heard,

Scream "I am here," not a speck in a crowd.

It's time for change, can no longer sit back and watch myself fade in the background.

I cannot continue to fall into the trap of evil and break my morals.

With every decision I have to say "it's for my future," and turn away from anything or anyone that will distract me from my goals.