The usual way of life for a high schooler,
Is to choose an attitude common
Encompassing all those things which the others may like
And sticking with those friends for all time.
But since I, didn't want anyone when I die,
I chose a travellers life.
Being everybody and their person to see
And trying it all, and doing it truly.
At first served me well and now too my true friends respect me for it,
But now it's just difficult, as I don't even attempt
To withhold the tears, just wither.
So today, when I stood as a substitue, for a game I well play,
And won the game we did, as so to say.
My teammates who played liked me as I stood close,
Not knowing I can write, just that I support.
You, onlooker you, as I tell you what another asked me for,
Clap and say thanks, then point your middle finger here...
What?! If I don't cry I'm desperate and if I do I'm lame again?
If you read this you'd probably answer yes to that anyway.
And then someone shouts, "Hey, substitute, you suck!"
As a poet, I guess I've heard ways of keeping that locked and being happy still.
But I still did feel bad,
It's not like I did bullshit wrong,
I just did things you feel weird about.
And when you are a friend of someone everyone doesn't like,
Or hate because he's someone who does weird things
And you assume to be a wanna-be too.
When such a time comes you're the desperate one,
Afraid they'll call you lame too because you were on my side,
Because you don't have the balls to stand up for a friend,
All cus you're scared people won't like you.
And each time when you say "Get a life!"
I feel like asking you what yours is!
You friend circle is it eh?
Then have fun. Because someday you'll be happy and in a big position and waving your hat's feathers,
And I'll be somewhere maybe lower too,
And you'd maybe laugh at my face and I'd maybe tell
"Hey! You rock you know!"
But then you'll frown
and I'll laugh and sleep well at night,
all through.
P.S. To good people, god never gives what they want, but when the time comes he will never let go of us. For the others, he will give them everything, but when the time comes...let go.
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