lifestruggles
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Dear mr strive hard
Have you been losing your colours
Till you are now a shade of black
Are the forces nature acting on you
Tying you down in the blues
Dear mr mystery
Is it worth it,
For people to only know me by my "shyness",
My looks,
My sarcasm,
Not even knowing my name
Or my brain for that matter
And how I know that
Life is tough I must admit.
Motivation, determination, it drives me not to quit.
When life gets hard I keep my head up,
even though im just a kid I act like a grown up.
I'm told to pick something to change.
What possibly could it be?
Would I choose more peace? Mean judgments to cease?
I simply cannot see.
Some say that appearance matters.
I believe in the innocence of a child
The freedom of a kid
The choices of a teenager
The maturity of an adult
The apostle Paul, in the first book of Corinthians and the thirteenth chapter said: "When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a