Labeled

There is nothing more depressing than being labeled
Being labeled as something you know you can never be

To be looked up to when I can't even hold my head up
to be depended on when I can't even carry my own burdens
to be loved when I hate myself so much

How did I end up in this state I'm no hero
I could never be, don't look up to me, don't say you admire me

I am nothing but a mistake,thats all I will ever be
Too many flaws to count, too many mistakes to remember

How could I ever be respected
This must be your way of mocking me

Part of me wants to walk in those shoes
To wear those labels
but the real me knows that is not my place

What about redemption,does it truly exist
could I..........could I make the changes necessary
not because I want to be looked up to,but because I don't want to be undependable
I don't want to be untrustworthy,I don't want to be like him.

Try this

Heres something to try
Over the next few days hesitate before you speak

Take a second and think about what you are about to say and the effect the words will have
How will he/she take what I'm about to say

If you can do this you will learn something
like learning a new skill

Try it and let me know how it goes

Its funny how people think their lives suck so much but they are envied by others
gives new meaning to the saying: one mans trash is another mans treasure,huh?

Why are we so in insatiable,gluttonous,demanding, oh so selfish
its always me,me,me,mines,mines mines.

Am I the only person in existence ?
does the world revolve around me?

Then why are my wants more important than the needs?

It takes two to tango,but only one to be alone

Your own selfishness is what pushes people away
you must first give before you can receive

You must be a vampire
If only you could take a look at yourself.

The Assembly Line

If my life is mine to live why is my opinion not fact
why is my truth revealed as lies to the gullible

Why is my way of life wrong to those who wish to judge so
are we not all pawns to society freedom of thought does it truly exist

Yes or know

The wars of morality are waged everyday
if i choose the path that is right in my own eyes
am I really my own person am I really living my life

Who paved the paths of right and wrong that we follow?

Are we not just clay in the potters hand
shaped to live someone else life
forced to believe someone else truth
we choose to believe but their beliefs are not our choice

Are you still your own man?

If We Knew

If only we knew when and where to be at the right time
when to speak when to hold our peace

Words left unspoken can sometimes leave lives unbroken
but the truth hurts we all know,I just wish I didn't always know

Holding my silence is almost like lying
should I,why wouldn't I

I understand in life we can't always choose the hands that are dealt
but its all in how you play the cards........right?

Responsibility,we want the rewards of it but not the chores
Look at death he may not love his job but someones got to do it
how else could we get to the promised land.

But still I bear my burden of speaking the truth
because nothing hurts more than being deceived by the ones you trust

I may not know when the time is right,
or the right words to speak,but I do know the right path to walk