Independence

you like to pretend

that what you’re feeling isn’t quite real

that it’s all made up

just a lie for your benefit

How do you prove you’re an individual

without alienating

How do you fit in quietly

without being walked over

You often do not agree

with anyone

about anything

especially when they love you

is it for your own good will

that you act up

Or for the entertainment of others

to see you fall

too many choices

too many paths with dead ends

too many voices

too many people who are pretend

Should you put the tobacco to your lips

and suck in

watching the smoke flow gracefully

out your nose and mouth

This illegal substance

gushing freely through your body

is it imprisoned against its will?

or did you really want it there in the first place

“I was drunk at the game”

you hear, as you walk down the hall

Is this how you want to be,

forever high

High as the sky

how nice it is to feel

without worry, or feeling

you are free from your own will

How do others see you

are you not good enough

do they approve of you

or look down on you

Family

a whole other story

you love them so much that you hate them

but without them, you wouldn’t be…you

it’s a predicament

a paradox

a contradiction of one’s own terms

What do you want

to be free from their harsh constricting belt

or to stay a little while longer

curled up on your childhood pillow

your friends don’t understand

they have their own problems

that are more important

than yours

death is unknown to you, they say

you are lucky

but are you?

do you not know death?

you wanna represent

show others how you feel

you wanna hide away

fall asleep forever

On the radio you hear

as well as walking down the halls

your best friend’s done it

why haven’t you

no one sees you

you are invisible

Prepare for the future

you know what you want…right?

you are talented, beautiful, and smart…

if only you believed them

Sometimes, so insecure

you have a great sense of humor

but yet, who doesn’t

you think all’s well that ends well

but you know that’s not true

and what if it doesn’t end well

what if you grow up lonely

In the end, how do you judge success

not by anything other than love

The keys are in the car

you’re in the driver’s seat

your foot hovering nervously over the gas

your hands tightly grasping the wheel

Your goal your whole life has been to leave

to get out while you can on your own

but now that you are free to go

you’re not sure you want to anymore

you should be thankful

for all you have

that others don’t

but all i want is love