When growing up you hear follow your dreams
But when you do it isn't how it seems
Because if you follow but don't fight you won't get shit
Nothing but slapped, broke, knocked down, and hit
You'll never amount to what you want unless you stop lying to yourself and find some a right way
Actually look at your dreams and stop going stray
You say you try but people see the words that you try to repaint
Repaint to make yourself and other things a better picture to live life as a saint
You want to have good dreams and a happy life but you sit and feel the greed others can see
You look for attention find fake love just to switch to a different degree
Because everyone knows you can't fucking live with yourself
And trying to actually raise up to fight takes too much wealth
And I don't mean money I mean cost of the you that you could be
But that means a change and you won't get off that knee
Because you're stuck on the ground and you keep wallowing in pity
With all that attention wanted and gotten its like materials and you can make more than a city
So learn to grow the hell up or that's what your dreams with become
Hell isn't a pretty place but with how that life you live is going that'll be the sum
So get the fuck up and actually become strong
Follow the damn dream and be the good person you've wanted to be all along.
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My poems and Thoughts
PoetryThis is a small collection of my poems written throughout my time and the thoughts that swirl in my mind.
