I am, broken,
On the inside where you can't see
With every day, that I live,
I exist so painfully
I am, bitter,
At what this world has done to me
Sometimes I wonder, why it's so hard,
For me to just live happily
I am, frustrated,
At all the things I see
I don't understand, why people don't change,
Why people just don't believe
I am, angry,
At myself for the things I've done
And I know that I'll spend, the rest of my life
Trying to pay back everyone
I am, afraid,
There is so much I don't understand
No matter how hard, that I look,
Sometimes I fail to see the plan
I am, pain,
In mind, body, and soul
That pain has defined, who I am,
And I refuse to let it go
I am, confused,
It's hard to know what to choose
But I know I have to make a choice,
Because there is too much I stand to lose
I am, not the answers,
That inside I know you seek
And though I'm not the answer, at least I know,
That I'm not part of the disease
I am, compassion,
I really know just how you feel
I know that the, monsters in your mind,
Sometimes seem so real
I am, a love,
That encompasses everything
Who you are, and where you're from,
Makes no difference to me
I am...
All of this and more!(All of this and more!)
Even though sometimes I don't know!
What I'm here for
I am!(I am!)
The sum of all my years!
The sum of all my tears,
Upon reflection, everything is clear
I am!(I am!)
More than I deserve to be!
I am a walking revolution,
Changing everyone I meet!
I am!
All of this and more!
Even though I have moments,
In which I'm really not sure
I am...
All that you see!
When the dust settles, all that matters,
Is that I am me
jlp November 23, 2008-Revised July 19, 2010
And please send me a note about that, though I caution you that with pieces which are directly about me, I tend to not want others to record them. I will hear you out though, one never knows what can happen.
I am, angry,
At myself for the things I've done
And I know that I'll spend, the rest of my life
Trying to pay back everyone
I am, afraid,
There is so much I don't understand
No matter how hard, that I look,
Sometimes I fail to see the plan"
I had stop and cry there because it is true about myself. I feel as if no matter how hard I try the things I've done will come back and I will spend my life trying to pay everyone back and I am afraid because while I might be mature and ahead of my friends I am below everyone older than me and there is so much I don't understand and that scares me to no end.
And then you have nothing.