My Side Stories

Xylophone

Sometimes, I feel like I'm dying inside.

Sometimes, I just, get this feeling that I'm going to combust from all the sadness I carry inside.

Sometimes, I want to cry.

But I can't.

I can't because I want to be better.

But I can't.

So I cry inside and smile outside.

I can.

Sometimes, I listen.

Sometimes, I flinch.

The words that I hear are not ones I want to hear.

Don't dis what I love because if you don't love it, don't do it.

Stop trying.

If there is no passion then it is a waste to try and teach you.

My heart and soul have grabbed onto what you use as a stool.

I will stay where I am because I love it.

You will move on because you want what comes after.

Enjoy the now and screw the later.

Because if you don't care, I won't care...about you.

I don't do what I do because I have to.

I do it because I can and want to.

I don't have to.

In fact, I have been advised not to.

But I can.

So, be serious or quit.

It's my xylo.