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Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Blog Post Number 3, tell me something.

I can tell, you dislike me or deep inside you love me, or you hate how i think, or how i say things.
You think i say them to hurt you? out of habit? to make you feel how you feel?
You're not the only one that's ever gone crazy trying to explain to me why life ain't that difficult or why i can do the things you do, the average teen?
I would never understand how another person really thinks, 
Your thoughts are your thoughts and so are mine.
You want to keep me from thinking negative or saying things that make you "feel bad for you" things.
Here i am, god created me, created you.
Put yourself in my shoes, We are alike but yet so not like, we CAN have the same feelings, the same house, the same set of parents. 
You know, i want to tell you something...
I'm not giving up, on dreams on anything. i tell you that.
We can never be alike, or think alike. That would be insane.
I'm building a NEW me.
The new me you can't know, patience is everything i think, i'm learning that.
Whether you're here for me or not, i cannot have negativity anymore.
Tired of explaining why i feel different, can't you understand? I do not have the advantages as you.
Yeah, i walk around the streets hoping for my new day, the day i can honestly say 
"I'm free in this corrupted country".
Day by Day, father works early morning to support his son his daughter his wife, to have a better future in this country.
Is it my fault MY country is not like this one? This country is full  freedom and money yet poverty just like mines...
So you see, there's things alike, but me and you can't never think alike.
Call me harsh, Call me stupid, You would never know.
Myself and my family have gone through things that i cannot compose in one full paragraph, call life.
On the other hand, i wish i was in your shoes where i have the opportunity to go to school and have a good paying job, study hard for things in life. 
But i will, someday i will be like that.
And so there is the people who waste it, down the drain...what a shame.
Life ain't easy. I'm not easy, but i have my reasons.
Hope you understand, and tell me something, tell me something I Don't Know.

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