Here is the deal;
What I feel
The past cannot eat me alive
Memories are a curable disease
The Truth is most people I cannot please
I have chosen a path
Now I must deal with its wrath
"Hog-tied and accepting of the struggle"
Let them be;
But I will be free
Whatever the hell that means:
Search for Truth
Question my surroundings
Don't let convention make me afraid
When everyone asks why;
I tell them
When everyone tells me;
I ask why?
No, I was not born to fly
But Daddy forced me not to cry
In the end,
All I can do is try
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