Be. You.
I feel like I want to close my eyes
And get lost in a dark paradise
No longer worrying about pushing myself to the skies
Every day gets harder to move on
I work till dusk to dawn
Being perfect as if I am a painting to be drawn
I don’t want to be what they want
Or fake my status as some flaunt
I want to be an artist
I don’t want to be the smartest
I want to be unique
I don’t care if I seem like a freak
Not having to worry about others
To carve my own path
I want to live in the moment
Fly and use my inner bestowment
I want to scream and shout without thinking of my “public” image
I want to play without thinking of my age
I want to dress how I want to without caring about the looks started at my face
I want to work without thinking of the money I earned, but the joy I had
I want to live my life, without caring about what others think of me.
Others might treat you a little blue.
Just be.
You.
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