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Oct 2013
To live life in fear
leaves a bad taste in my mouth
the difference being
my life now is not led in fear
I am just a shell
with bad habits and routine.

Everyone tries to give me advice
the next steps to being
their version of a better person
thinking that I'm lazy
or that I won't end up good enough.

It really doesn't matter what others think
I am the only one I can count on
the only one I will share my entire existence with
hark work and perseverance have never been the issue
so many have been willing to give up
on me because they assume.

I have learned so much all by myself
never expecting and never receiving the help
they claim is all they have ever given me
I know the right answers
I now know to wait until the right time comes.

Patience had never been my specialty
countless times giving up and feeling alone
without a doubt every single time
I sit back and relax into my being
forgetting about our world and its so called rules
everything else falls perfectly into place.
Shiloh
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Shiloh  33/F/Oregon
(33/F/Oregon)   
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