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Over the Years


Over the years

Over time

I have faced many fears

Can I express my story in a rhyme?

It's so much to say

It's so much to tell

I try to get better everyday

Because one day my whole life fell

 

It fell hard and it's trying to get back up

I can say I did it all, yup!

Messed with boys, disrespected everyone

I didn't care what I did, I just wanted to have fun

I didn't listen to anyone, it was in one ear and out the other

I constantly got into fights with my father and my mother

Slowly my relationship with them began to break

They were asleep and I was still awake

I crept and snuck in the middle of the night

I knew it was wrong, but it felt so right

 

But one night, all of that ended

All of my freedom was suspended

I did something that no one could think of

I'm now at the bottom looking above

I ruined my life in one night, an early morning

At first I had a warning

But I didn't listen, I was a rebellious soul

I dug a deep and endless hole

 

Full of regrets and mistakes

I should have just pumped the brakes

But I didn't listen to my conscience

For me, getting in trouble was constant

Trouble always seemed to find me wherever I went

If only I would have saw what my life really meant

 

But it's way too late now, it's been a while

I'm slowly regaining my smile

I'm steadily picking myself back up to standards

I'm working on my manners

Everyday I try to get better for others and myself

Even though it's better to do better for yourself

 

People will judge me until the day I die

I'm starting not to care, it doesn't make me cry

I may get upset, I may get mad

But at the end of the day, I'm still glad

Because people will try to put you down

They will try to make you frown

That myself, I know about

But I no longer scream and shout

 

Because life goes on

I'm just lucky to wake up and see dawn

My life is only getting better when I do for myself

So here are my wrongs, now I'm putting them on a shelf

 

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