I grew up, expected to be an adult I went through rocks and stabs I know we all fought People watched as if I was a cast No one gave me a hand we all grew up we all went through the wet sand growing with all of my lumps and dumps No one can see me as a human being making mistakes left and right They expect me to be perfect for the seeings expecting me to be more than all right We learn math and science and english throughout life We go through politics and disagreements No one taught us to be brave and wise so it only pushed into a big disappointment Some turn into alcoholics or drug addicts maybe even young women becoming mothers others kept judging and trashing from their lips After all, you could not possibly think they would understand their own thunder They say we can go seek for assist but were all put-down and shut it just makes it harder to exist Forcing some to waste it all away through a simple cigarette butt I am not a perfect human Neither are you we all strive for survival in this world each day, I am not superhuman About time, you truly put on someone else shoes I may be wrong but, After all, I am just one little human
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