Sitting here alone thinking of the choices i have madei start to think that maybe my parents are right
maybe i am selfish
maybe i am a brat
maybe i dont deserve anything better in life
but then why am i here?
whats my purpose?
I just want to be able to see over the surface
i wish i could be the kid they want me to be
so i could be their "angel" for others to see
its like they want to be a trophy all shiny with no flaws
but thats not the case,instead im the "trouble child"because,
my own dreams i do chase
When i let them down it hurts me inside
but once i open my journal, put pen to paper,
all my imperfections are put aside
its like i entered my own special place...
just me as me,with my own dreams to chase.