Deep Poetry for Friday, July 22, 2011

The warm tears, slowly run down my face. All the problems and learning, we're forced to take. Growing up is a part of life, all the guidelines you have to live by. What you're gaining, and what you're losing. All the beautiful things worth seeing. What you're going to be, and what you are. Millions of promising relationships, torn apart. Find out so many new things about yourself. One by one, open up every door. You'll see what you're worth... Sign in to see full entry.

Please don’t look at me, I don’t want to see my weaknesses. I want to be your role model But I know, I’m not healthy, not yet at least. I’ve put you through enough, More than anyone who hopefully Will one day, look up to me. But as of right now, Don’t look at me. I can’t be your role model Not yet, soon enough though. Just keep hope in me, Don’t think I’ll always be like this Because one day, ill be able to be your role model. These weaknesses I feel, they will go away, I know they will. Sign in to see full entry.