As we join this earth
from the first day of birth,
We are taught of ways of life.
Why does everything have to be planned,
Why can't I just be the way that I am?
I know you don't understand me nor my thoughts,
and although I've enjoyed all you've brought.
I think it's time that we go our own ways,
to live our own lives day by day.
Tears have fallen, and blood's been shed,
my hunger for idividuality has not been fed.
So I;m begging you, I'm begging you, please,
this is pathetic, I'm down on my knees.
If you're not going to listen to what I do, say, and said,
then God I just wish that I was dead.
September 20, 1996
Reason for writing:
just felt it
Birth sign: Not entered
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