Sydney Brown

On July 4, 1996 I was about to be born,
I was to live a life of happiness and not to mourn.
I was six pounds a tiny child indeed,
I was born to follow not to lead.
But sadly that didn’t happen as I grew to see,
I was a different child, a sad one indeed.
I don’t know why I am sad all day,
I just want the pain to go away.
My parents try oh so very much,
They try so hard with strength and such.
I am so very grateful for the time they give,
So I can be happy with the life I live.
It isn’t their fault I hate who I present,
It’s my own fault because I am bent.
I am broken because I put myself in a strife,
A place where no one gets hurt in their little life.
I am so critical of my chosen walk,
I started hiding my thoughts, and wouldn’t talk.
I am 16 now and am trying to move on,
But I know the truth and the truth is wrong.
I can’t move on because I’m stuck in the past,
I wanna be happy but happiness doesn’t last.
Is it fair for me to cry and seem meak,
Or is it normal for happiness I seek.
I just want my parents to get,
They need not worry, or sadly fret.
I am alright I I just have to work so very long
Singing my paranoid,long life song.