There is the sun and the moon
And the warmth of the soul.
I could tell you a story,a tale.
I could spin my life and make it sound so well but then you wouldn’t understand my being.
You wouldn’t catch my meaning,You wouldn’t understand what I was seeing — You wouldn’t see the beauty.
The hurt,the smile,the love.You wouldn’t see it truly.
So I’m not going to lie,I’m just going to let the time go by.
Eventually you’ll get it. You’ll stop asking why.
I’m not trying to be mean.I just want you to see what I’ve seen,Like watching it on a movie screen — Scene by scene,Tear by tear.Each and every fear.All of it,I want you to hear.
Does this make me mad and bad or does it make you sad?
Am I annoying you now?Would you like me to tell you how,It came to be this way?Sorry, but I don’t really think I should say.
Because then you wouldn’t understand my being and wouldn’t catch my meaning so you wouldn’t understand what I was seeing.
You wouldn’t see the beauty.The hurt, the smile, the love. You wouldn’t see it truly.
My life is like a flower. It started as a seed that was planted in someone’s backyard. Every day this flower looked for sun and water as the roots started to sprout. The flower started to grow bigger.
Eventually the flower has grown standing tall, strong ,and beautiful. The flower has fully bloomed. But who’s backyard? Who is responsible for this beautiful creation that I have become?
I would say My Mother but she left us too early.
The things I’ve seen and gone through will scar me forever.
Growing up,I’ve seen wrongs and very little of right.
I hear a sad song, and tears roll down my face.
I look in the mirror and feel so out of place.I don’t want to become something larger than life rather something real and so right.
Do they understand,am I understood?
Can life be better? I wish that it could.
Before I make a decision, I always think twice;they say, “what can I do to help you feel better.”