Just a fool Just a fool who had been fooled With the words you speak and your witty charm Like a game of cat and mouse You toy with the persons’ emotions Leading them to believe and hope That they are the one. The one that holds your true affection But unaware they are that you play them just for your satisfaction Simply amused at how far you can push them In the little games you play. Life of a child When you’re a child you’re amazed by everything. The way it works, how it got there and where things go. It's when you grow up that you realize that everything fades away. Life doesn't seem as bright or hopeful and it doesn't always go your way. When you’re a child it's easier to get back up and dust your self off when you’re knocked down. But as you grow older, it gets harder to pick your self up again. May it be of a shattered heart or trampled dreams or like that old cookie jar...everything just seems out of reach. As a child you never worry or expect to be judged your only goal is that you make it fun. As we grow older we lose sight of that. Constant worrying. Either judging others or being judged. We lose sight of enjoying every little moment, and making that moment a joyous one. To be able to grow up with that carefree child attitude, living for the moment, and not worrying of what others may think . That would be the most cherished quality that one could ever hold. What it's like They think they know you But they don't They think they know how you feel But they don't They think they know what your going threw But they don't They say they under stand But they don't They say they its not all that bad But it is.... Until you have been in my mind. Walked in my shoes Lived under my skin You don't know what it's like... To be me. They think your life is so easy. When they know nothing of it at all. What you see is not real. When you've gone your whole life Painting on a happy face, And playing it like everything is ok. When in reality, You’re dying inside. Scared, alone, angry and frustrated. Wondering why it is happening to you. Was it something I did? Is it because of someone else? Why am I being punished? Well at least it feels that way. Trapped like a prisoner in my own life. But what kind of life is it really. It's a prison. The daily fear & constant worry is no life at all. It's the shackles that hold you down. The rope that beats you to the ground. Until you have been in my mind. Walked in my shoes. Lived under my skin. You don't know what it's like... To be me. |
