My Own Song

I look out the window snow is falling soft, fine

I feel so many feelings that burn me inside

Ever since I was little they taught me not to make waves

They taught me to follow the rules of the game

 

I know the  rules of the game and I know the score

I followed it one to one but that was before

The game is about power, riches and greed

I have to bow my head and I have to agree

 

I'm looking away again

I hate the game

Day and night

All it does is it brings me pain

It's all the same

I will fight

 

They told me that I should forget who I am

That I must blend in and become one of them

Their rules, their methods they drive me insane

I feel how the blood is boiling inside of my vein

 

I walk down the street hands in pockets eyes down

I'm tired and sick and staring at the ground

Everything is so messed up as I look around

I'm starting to bleed and I stop and I frown

 

I'm looking away again

I hate the game

Day and night

All it does is it brings me pain

It's all the same

I will fight

 

I lived this way and misery set in my soul

I felt like I was falling into black hole

My life started to crumble in front of my eyes

I tried to survive but I was paying the price

 

Living this way I could not go on

And then I decided to live to my own song

Won't change for a million who I really am

And they can judge all they want I don't give a damn

 

I'm looking away again

I hate the game

Day and night

All it does is it brings me pain

It's all the same

I will fight

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

MVP-Most Valuable Poet

Fight for the message of love
Fight for the message of unity
Fight for the spirit of God
Excellent poem

thelyricist

Thank you. I will fight for all those things.

MVP-Most Valuable Poet

God will honor all you do for Him

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