The Story of My Life

I live in a world where everybody lies

I live in a world where if you do anything you get despised

I live in a world where I do everything alone

And I've made it this far so look how fast I've grown

 

You would think how would I survive

But the only thing that keeps me going is my thrive

My thrive to be me

My thrive to just let loose cut free and be unique

 

Yes I stay to myself

And there's probably many reasons why

Maybe it's because I can't trust my own father

Maybe it's because I can't trust my own brother

Or maybe it's definetly because I can't trust my own mother

 

When you find out your whole families built on lies

You would probably just want to sit back amd cry

But me...no, I just relax and pull through

Even when my whole life is pretty much screwed

 

See I always find my way out

Even though my heads always in the clouds

I always find my way down

And I'll probably always find my way around

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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