The Happy Girls Poem
Welcome to the real world, everyone analysis this
Where contention is common, and hurting is a given
We're all suffering, in our own little conduct
We're all struggling with the demons we're fearful of.
I'm not going to bring up god in this modest poem
I'd hate to start a comment clash over viewpoints alone
Always summoning him up when you're sad and alone
I'm not going to believe in god just to feel at home
I'm uncomfortable, I'm scrawny, I'm stout, I'm huge
I'm pale, I'm black, I'm white, what is it to you?
I'm happy with myself, and what I have become
I don't cry about my exterior, I don't hide from the sun
I'm brash; I'm chock-full of myself, I love my life
I have no problems with making others effortlessly cry
I hold my chin up high, looking to the clouds over top
I don't wallow in self-pity, waiting for the pain to stop
Life demands more and more, each coming day
Who will save us, you ask, who will set us free?
The savior is within; the hero lies in your heart
You just need to get up, and stop falling apart.
Preaching strength is just like preaching the pain
So, I'll stop here and say this very last thing.
I'm sorry if I offended you, but you'll have to learn
Being helpful is not always happy, it should be worn.
Lying to make you smile, is not something I'm gonna do
I'm here to show you just what you can do.
I'll pat you on the back, and smile from here until you stand
I'm not here to shove you down; I'm here to help you in the end.
Where contention is common, and hurting is a given
We're all suffering, in our own little conduct
We're all struggling with the demons we're fearful of.
I'm not going to bring up god in this modest poem
I'd hate to start a comment clash over viewpoints alone
Always summoning him up when you're sad and alone
I'm not going to believe in god just to feel at home
I'm uncomfortable, I'm scrawny, I'm stout, I'm huge
I'm pale, I'm black, I'm white, what is it to you?
I'm happy with myself, and what I have become
I don't cry about my exterior, I don't hide from the sun
I'm brash; I'm chock-full of myself, I love my life
I have no problems with making others effortlessly cry
I hold my chin up high, looking to the clouds over top
I don't wallow in self-pity, waiting for the pain to stop
Life demands more and more, each coming day
Who will save us, you ask, who will set us free?
The savior is within; the hero lies in your heart
You just need to get up, and stop falling apart.
Preaching strength is just like preaching the pain
So, I'll stop here and say this very last thing.
I'm sorry if I offended you, but you'll have to learn
Being helpful is not always happy, it should be worn.
Lying to make you smile, is not something I'm gonna do
I'm here to show you just what you can do.
I'll pat you on the back, and smile from here until you stand
I'm not here to shove you down; I'm here to help you in the end.