A School Boy Speaks
A School Boy Speaks (10/1/2006)
Walking down the streets in this damp and cold weather
I keep thinking to myself how can I hold it all together
Cause there is so much pressure to be something that I’m not yet
A preconceived image for the son you call a project
But I’m not out the box yet, I’m a little slow to clarity
Your dreams are not my fate and I will never let it marry me
But still, this disparity tends to weigh upon my essence
A burden that I carry, though I tend to loathe it’s presence
So I use what I’ve been blessed with, a little gift for you
A rhyme to all the people that won’t let me live it through
Every line I give to you is a story of my journey
A continuous narration of a fire that’s been burning
While I try to make the choices that feel alright inside
And deal with all the questions that I get from every side
Adding to the voices that I hear inside my mind
Another talking conscience, but no knowledge of what’s right
It started off with school and everybody’s expectations
I was doing it their way and taking in their education
But a hint of hesitation followed me to college
And I started to realize that I needed different knowledge
I was wasting precious dollars sitting silent in depression
So I had to walk away and escape from all the pressure
And I knew that everyone would sit there and they’d measure
Criticizing me for not denying it’s forever
But what nobody seems to get is that I’m feeling so much better
I’ve grown beyond the numbers and it’s slowly come together
I still don’t have the answers, but at least I know the questions
My mind has been a teacher and I’ve held on to the lessons
It’s so hard to be the person to let down all these people
Sometimes, along the way, I almost feel like I am evil
A million and one chances that were placed right at my feet
And I chose to walk away, some would say admit defeat
I guess that is the consequence of going with your instinct
I never thought it out, I just knew I wasn’t in sync
Every little part of me was tearing in directions
I’m sorry that I shattered your whole vision of perfection
But I am imperfection, uncertainty, and questions
I am never sure of my tangent or digression
I am never anything but question marks and passion
I’m sorry if I disappoint, but there are other factors
Notes: It’s a little rough, I know.
Filed under: Poems
awwww… i like the ones like these.
I’m not positive I understand this one but I’m pretty sure. Anyway good work as usual.
I didn’t want to put any notes on it about the meaning because I wanted to leave it a little open. However, this one is about people questioning my choices because they don’t fit into their expectations of me as a person. Obviously, I talk about school in specific, but it’s not limited to that.