I've traveled long and far
I've come across many hard times
I've gained a lot of scars
Sometimes all i want to do is cry
From the glass I keep stepping on broken into shards
But I keep pushing until I trip and fall
Then I get back up and start where I left off
Life sometimes can be pretty dull
That's when I give it a dirty look and I scoff
Because I am in charge of my all
i choose to make the worst of things
I chose when I let things bring me down
But I also chose when to clear out my mind and think
I choose when I can wear that special crown
What I can't choose when things will happen in a blink
But I will choose when I am happy or sad
I'm in charge of the way I react
Therefor I am not going to let things change me
If I did I'd consider my self crazy
YOU ARE READING
A little piece of me
PoetrySometimes I rhyme Sometimes I don't I almost always write But sometimes I won't It all depends on my mood All depends on my muse But right now, here's something from me to you
