Fight for the life you want.

Life sucks

          That's the way it is.            

But what makes it count 

                                      is what you choose to do with it.                                   

Whether you change the

 world using paper and pen.

Or keep those words to yourself,

 when your World is breathing,

They're yours,

And nobody else's

And when you give them the access

To your soul, you admit it. 

That there's something there

Deep inside of you

That you need to release             

Even though you are fearing

The world

And it's constant, judgment

Because they're told you before

That your words are nothing

Even though the best poets

Only speak the truth

Of what they feel in their hearts

That they're scared to move

Because in their past

They thought they had something to lose,

Because they let  everyone else

Decide what they got to do.

But being a poet isn't about society

It's about being real with yourself

And sharing that privacy

For the people out there who are all alone

Who feel like they've got no hope

The feel they're going under

From waves meters high

And in their state of shock

Have forgotten how to get by

So when life sucks

I just take a deep breath

And take my broken heart out

On this paper and pen

Because there's someone else out there

Who has it worse than I

And maybe if I show them me and what's inside

When they think bad about life, it could help them to change their mind.