Hanging On
Life gets hard for me sometimes
And I don't know what to say
But, soon, I'll be happier
And I'll actually have a great day
I haven't made the best grades
Something my parents don't like
I haven't acomplished things they want
I never learned to even ride a bike
I do other things, though
Things nobody seems to see
So, I try to keep hanging on
Because, I still haven't found me
Looking into the hourglass
You'll see nothing but sand
Looking into the mirror once more
Something I don't understand
This face doesn't explain me
Bags under the eyes
I don't want to be tired
When I sleep hours before I rise
This face I don't see as myself
A smirk instead of a smile
One cheek much too tired to rise
Not wiling to go the extra mile
I sigh and look away
Tired of looking at grain
They just don't seem to understand
What all I have gained
I have alot of things
Hidden inside these depths
The depths of nothing but skin and bone
My soul not grasped yet by death
I don't understand
Is this who I'll be?
Forever a torn, unappreciated girl
Waiting to find the inside of me
Because, that's what I feel like
When I think about what all I know
But, I'll just keep hanging on
Until this hail slowly turns to snow
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Some people may not understand, but always hang on, and never do anything until you're sure of who you are and who you want to be. Tell them who you are, who ever they may be, and if they don't understand either, then don't hang on to them.
Instead, hang on to your heart, your soul, and your mind. Those get you somewhere, when those misunderstanding, unappreciating people yet to find themselves just don't.
My heart doesn't belong to anybody. But, I know somebody who's always going to be a peice of it. My friend, Megan, for getting me through when I really wanted to give up. She's my best friend, even more than that, and I don't know what I'd do without her. When I needed something to hang on to, she through her hand down for me to catch.
Thankyou Meggo, I hope you get well soon.
Bern Berns
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