You never have a chance,
To be someone else.
You only have a chance,
To be you
Living someone's life
Will never make sense.
Living your own,
Make even less.
Chances to be you
Chances to have fun
Chances to take chances
Chances to mess up,
And cry over them
Surface less and less.
Try to stay the age
You are
For as long
As you
Can.
YOU ARE READING
Words on Paper
PoetryPoems that are deep, thoughtful, or just how I feel at the moment I won't tolerate negative comments or hate, so please if you are trying to be hurtful go somewhere else. Enjoy
