Daddy told me when I was 8 "You'll make mistakes"

Indeed he was right, I've learned mine in the 9th grade

Although I don't regret my mistakes, as a matter in fact, I learned from it

But everytime I go back, I can feel my throat being tangled by so much it hurts to even talk about it

My tears wanting to come out just making it harder for me

Life is some sort of art, it keeps you going by wanting to see and experience from what goes around

It mainly inspires you to your heart and soul

But most people don't even know it

My momma bear always keeps me out of trouble

To make better decisions and be a role model for my brother

I sometimes can't even focus

From all this stress and emotion and all this thinking for the future, I just feel broken