You gotta speak up,
talk a bit louder
But then you sneak up,
And advice goes to gutter.
Your smile and assurance is my fantasy
But then I wake up and face the reality,
It is harsh,
But It is mine.
It is my life, for It is what I made,
For It is what made me.
It is my fight, for It decides my fate,
Yet I stand among many that hold my hand, head, spirit.
Stubbornly they refuse to let me go
They shoulder what I cannot
The wait for me, they forego
Me in so many ways since my cot.
But I am me. I am what I am.
Stubborn. Romantic. Dreamer.
Sometimes a bit of a screamer.
Believing the fact that I had to take the road
On my own, by my own means
Made me blind
To my surroundings.
For they share the path, or at least a part of it.
For they are being quite stubbornly.
I adore you. Maybe.
But them I love. Truly.