Not Even Me.
Sometimes we feel like we don’t get things because we don’t deserve them
We feel like we suffer because we are condemned to that fate
Sometimes because of what we’ve done
Because of who we aren’t
So we look at that pretty girl and say “Some people are just made less beautiful than you”
We look at that friend and say, “My luck could never be that good”
We look at people who seem to exist without a care in the world and say, “Some of us just aren’t meant to be happy”
But here’s the thing about what you deserve and what you don’t
No one has any idea what they are
Some beauties fade and some take time to manifest
Luck gets better more often than not
And happiness is a thing of the mind
To smile when there’s nothing to smile about
To dance when the music comes on
To get out of bed this morning…
You choose that.
I choose it.
You get back from life what you put into it
There’s a platter and then we both pick
And if we can, why choose what’s not as good?
Why go for anything that doesn’t bring us as much joy?
I’m in the middle of a writer’s block
Because I saw a response that kicked me when I was down
But I am writing now, because I choose to
And because no one should tell me what i can and can not do
What I can and can not be
Not even me.