All my life being told what to do
Without making a single rhyme
All my life seeing past it all
Seeing behind the hidden past of me
Everyone thinks of life and live it
Live it like any other day
But for all we know
We only get one shot
And I will never waste the shot to miss
And I will use the shot to shoot myself
For that is what everyone else is doing
Shooting each other
Shooting past it all
Everyone going down the wrong path
Who can tell me
What to do
What to believe
What to be
What to become

All my life someone is telling me
How I feel
Nobody can tell me how I feel
Only I can tell myself
Everyone goes the wrong way
And wonders what happen to them
I know this really isn’t a poem
But its free-style and I like it
But try and see this message
The message within this poem
For one day you might say
“Why am I here?”
Or “Why did I become this?”
The answer may be in here
Its just you have to look for once
But who am I to say
That you haven’t looked before
But I know for a fact
That you lost your way
Lost in your own little world
And the life given to you
But remember
You get one chance at this
So don’t waste it one the wrong girl/guy
So I bid you farewell
And I’ll write again another day

 
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