One by one I’m counting the mistakes knowing what’s at stake,
Never able to get it right.
Not able to succeed it makes me sick to my stomach,
Never passing the bar.
Just telling myself I’ll get it this time,
Always silently hitting my head against the wall.
I’m just counting the mistakes one by one knowing what’s at stake.
I’m right about to get my prize,
Than a mistake is made,
And one by one they start adding them up,
All my mistakes,
One by one.

I may make mistakes,
I may try too hard,
I may over work myself,
I may seem too optimistic,
I may be too disobedient,
I may be extremely annoying,
I may love too hard,
I may be too passionate,
I may hold on too tight,
I may be too serious,
I may get too hurt over the little things,
I may read too much,
I may be an outcast,
I may be lonely,
I may be too loud,
I may talk too much,
I may ask too many questions,
I may know too much,
I may over analyze everything,
I may second guess all my decisions,
I may test you to your wits end,
I may be an emotional mess,
I may seem crazy,
I may be too stubborn,
I may be hot headed,
I may be immature,
I may seem to be weighed down by something,
I may push you to do something you are too afraid to do,
I guess this means I may not be afraid to be me,
But what rights does that give you to judge me, just because I say these things doesn’t give you the right to say them.

The evening stars are twinkling,
The owls are hooting,
The children are sleeping,
The wolves are howling,
The winds are whistling.
The sun is now shinning,
The owls are snoozing,
The children are playing,
The wolves are hunting,
The winds are whipping.

Life is hard,
Life will pass you by.
Life is trying,
Life is painful.
Life is like a clock,
Ticking away.
Life is like an endless song,
Of pain and torture.
Life is taking,
Life is controlling.
Life is deteriorating,
Life is dumb,
Life is stupid.
Life passes by,
Life will hit you hard,
Harder than a thousand whips
Cracking on your skin
Leaving you ragged and ******
But life’s torture isn’t visible to the human eye.
Life is like a white canvas waiting to be painted on,
No matter what colors or patterns you try to paint or create,
they are changed to how society wants the picture to be painted.
Life has these expectations for everyone to follow there is no breaking free from the undeniable and strong grips of life, and the expectations it holds for you.