Beaten and battered,
weathered and torn,
tossed up and thrown around,
In my life’s storm.
I’m being pulled in every direction,
By forces for only my eyes to see,
I’m going to explode into a thousand pieces,
If they do not let go of me.
The devil tempts me,
My hormones want to strike out,
Angels sing to me,
‘just shut up!’ I want to shout.
I want to be myself!
Give me a break!
Cut me some slack at least!
I don’t know how much more I can take.
Pressure weighs on me,
Like im holding everyone up except my own needs,
So like a follower,
I find myself on my knees.
So I stand! Stand up!
Knock it all off your shoulders,
Once that weight is gone I feel lighter!
And so much bolder.
Instead of carrying people,
I shall hold their hand,
I’ll guide them to learn their own lessons,
So together we stand.
I let go of those hands tearing me apart,
And not struggle anymore but accept them as me,
My faults, my quirks and my goodness,
Can shine through the smile only made for people to see.