One day it will all make sense.
The sun, the trees,
And the morning breeze on a long summer day.
Every single thought running through your head
and all the words left unsaid will unravel.
Regrets will fade away,
Decisions will matter no more
and what you thought you fought for,
will laugh right at you.
Stop being silly, YOLO doesn't exist
because living means being free and honey,
You're anything but that.
Society shows you one path, your friends and family the other,
but what about the road your heart wanted you to discover.
Did you forget its beat
while drowning in expectations
of people who are not worthy of your humiliation
Wake up, please.
Don't wait, just go,
Run for those hills,
and once you get to the very edge
spread your wings.
And fly
Because that's what you were made for.

According to my father I am a bird
Or a plane
Perhaps Superman
I don't know
But he sure says I live in the clouds all day long.

My mom calls me Complicated Simplicity
Ingenuous youth following the erroneous direction
A perfection gone wrong.

My understanding brother accepts me fully
He really loves me I swear it's true
Well apart from the fact that he's convinced
The very essence of my being just doesn't belong.

My friends believe me to be a box of broken promises
Potential, talent and beauty well hidden
A girl who gave up before trying
Even though she knows she's very strong.

Now you may wonder who actually am I
I am still trying to figure it out
But it keeps getting harder and harder
In this evergrowing, judgemental throng.