You are a settler.
I can tell by your actions and your choices,
By your highs and your lows.
You know deep down what you want,
Yet you settle for what you have.
You settle for who you like,
Without trying for who you love.
You settle for what you've always done,
Instead of going after what you can do.
You have built a box of steel around yourself,
Restraining you from truly living.
You live in constant fear of the little things,
Ignoring the excitement of the big things. Surrounded with constant grey and dull,
Your life has no color or excitement;
No boldness or edge.
Of everything in this world,
You choose to be a settler.
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Terms of Normality
PoetryI'm just a 14-year-old nobody saying it like it is. Well...how it is for a 14-year-old nobody.
