A Final Chance

I’m tired of feeling sorry for myself
I guess my life can’t be that bad
If you look at it form my perspective
It’s not like I will show I’m sad

Then again maybe I’m not
Maybe this was all a lie
A story I made up for myself
Just so I have a reason to cry

A way to remember
Because its so easy to forget
A way to change
Because its so easy to regret

Another kid trying to fit in
By pretending not to care
over dramatizing pointless times
In attempt to make life fair

Ignoring the others that need real help
Stuck trying to unravel my mysterious past
I’m a selfish, lying, thief
Who doesn’t want to be an outcast

The confusion is frustrating
Puzzles are scattered in my mind
Pieces are breaking, falling apart
Parts I might never find

Poems are written in pencil and ink
And scars are made across my skin
People find out and people forget
And I constantly open and close who I am within

In failed attempts , hoping that someone will succeed
Someone will help, someone will understand
That I don’t know who or what I am
I just need a lending hand

I’m young but I’m still human
And I’ve made many mistakes
I have feelings that can be hurt
Both physical and mental aches

To find a sense of truth
So much I can barley remember
I follow burdened footsteps
Like snow in cold December

Always choosing the road less traveled
Even though I know I can’t handle a lot
In hopes of becoming memorable, a somebody
Always being someone that I’m not

And I hate the independence that I fake
And the friends that look up to me
I hate it because I know what I am
And they’re too proud to see

It’s a pity I’m not forsaken in this
So many people are pretending
I think it’s a time to change
A time when dependence is ending

My will is strong and I have good in me
And I know that God has a lot to give
He gave me my family, my friends my life
It’s time for me to live

A time to renown my faith and dreams
A time to loose innocence in growth
To love and be loved back
A seldom broken oath

We’re the boys and girls of tomorrow
And sorrows deep within out hearts
The world is cold and life is hard
But this is only where our life starts

...thinking about adding it in the school newspaper..lemme no what u think...its diff. from my usual writing but its honest...