I used to think that I was not good enough
But now I know I am I always believed I could not achieve my goal But I never completly gave up I once felt hopeless But now I am on my way If I could have changed my perspective years ago I would have reached my goal sooner I never would have wasted time But I might have stumbled along the way I can't turn back time But I can continue moving twords my goal I won't go back But I might go forward I used to think I was not good enough But now I know I am
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I don't understand
why people are so mean why we can’t all get along why they don’t just sing a song But most of all why people don’t talk why we struggle to speak why they think it is so bleak What I understand most is why mothers love their daughters why people smile why there is love I am happy
I value my optimism I write smiley faces and grins I trust myself to laugh I honor my ways of brightening someones day I give voice to the sad I give voice to the dark I am open to new ideas I make people joyous I hold myself in high regard I am myself I make a good life He is a filing cabnent who holds my secrets
He is a soft banket He is drums that go to their own beat He is a high priced painting He is my heart He is a book that tells a story He is ink that helps me write mine He is an endless river He is worth more then jewels He is my best friend I love you
My dear friend of mine You are worth a lot to me Your presence is my air that I breath I wish a good life for you I will always hope I love you Hold on to what is forgiven
Even if it tries to run Hold on to what is apologetic Even if doesn’t admit it Hold on to your spirit Even if is reckless Hold on to your family Even if you don’t share blood Hold on to your hand Even when it isn’t soft I'm learning to be less selfish
And I'm learning to put others first And I'm learning to say thank you Not when I am forced , when I actually remeber And I'm learning not to be loud And I'm learning not to argue And I'm learning (though it sometimes really hurts me) Not to speak And I'm learning to offer my hand When I make a mistake And I'm learning that it's much Much easier to be ask for forgiveness then to ask for permission I am a weak girl who cannot speak.
I wonder when I will find my voice. I see the people talking and I want to reply. I am a weak girl who cannot speak. I pretend that I willingly choose my silence. I feel trapped in a defening cage. I touch the bars and feel the cold. I worry that they will never hear me. I cry when I open my mouth but no sound comes out. I am a weak girl who cannot speak. I understand that I will never share my feelings. I say nothing. I dream of telling people how I feel. I try to gather my words. I hope they understand. I am a weak girl who cannot speak. |
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