The best thing to start off with is I’m not living my dreams

What would you think if I said I wanted to write songs

Even though I can’t read music would you tell me I’m wrong

Besides that I write poetry and sketches

Not on consistent topics just whatever the page catches

But I’m afraid to share any of these writings

I’m not sure why but still I keep them in hiding

Maybe someday I’ll share them but not someday soon

For now they’ll gather dust in an unused room

Away from the page and onto the court

I love to play basketball been playing since grade four

But I was always too shy or too timid to play well

If I made a mistake I was afraid the coach would yell

So I quit playing for coaches and just played in the driveway

Away from any pressure and free to play my way

I still play basketball any chance that I get

But not playing in high school is still something I regret

I also want to do something that will change the world

But I'm shy so I'll stay quiet and just let my thoughts twirl

There's something else that has unfortunately defined me

I hate to admit it but I get cold sores I have oral herpes

It’s something I’m told is extremely common

But I guess it shows on me more than it shows up on them

No cure for it either and it’s not just like acne

Even when it can’t be seen I can still pass it

So it’s kept me from going out and trying to meet someone new

It’s kept me from making friends and doing things I want to do

But in the end I’m grateful it’s not something worse

I’ve always had plenty of food a home and clean water for my thirst

Maybe one day I’ll help those that have similar issues to mine

Or help those around the world that are in a tight bind

And I want to make it so the world’s problems disappear

So everyone can be happy healthy and without any fears

This is all more than I would share even with my family

But this is who I am this is me the real me