Real Reality

It always seems to amaze me

That people who barley know you

Can speak volumes on your life...

They didn’t see the hard work,

The struggle , the tears , the heart break

And everything else that made you...

The times you sat up restless in bed ,

Not sleeping because your dreams and fears

Were in a constant battle...

The sacrifices you made...

to stand in that exact moment...

As the world watches you under a microscope

You still have to continue living “normally”

What’s normal anyway?

Who’s to say how i should react ?

Who’s to say what i should’ve did?

Who’s to say what i should’ve said?

As the world chimes in on your actions...

You still have to mature and continue to grow...

Making mistakes and learning lessons

Like everyone else...

The only thing is you can’t be like everyone else...

You were made different , they say...

You have to be politically correct , they say...

You have to be a role model , they say...

You have to get it right the first time...

Even if you’ve never done it before...

Because they are watching and in the

Blink of an eye ...

They could say your finished...

No matter all the good and positive

You’ve tried to exude...

Head up with no attitude...

No time to be tired...

No time to feel exhausted...

You belong to the world....

What a beautiful disaster?