I could not make my bed for days
And let all the blankets stay
Twisted and sprawled
There are worse things

I could not clear my plate
When I am finished at the table
To let the food fester and spoil
There are worse things

I could curse my father
For never coming home
Let the words fall like out like tears
There are worse things

I could burn my mother's favorite picture
Of her favorite family dog, Brandy
Let it turn to ashes in front of my eyes
There are worse things

I could teach my sister how to drive real fast
With only one hand on the wheel
To see the fright in her eyes
There are worse things

I could stop trying in school
Not go to college to get a job
Let my life be wasted, just like my father's
There are worse things

I could try my hardest to be the best
And become a lawyer, a doctor, a priest
Inspire others, instead of being inspired
There are worse things

I could be successful
And be happy
Let all the worse things fly away
There are worse things