A poem about the reality that is my life |
So I’m the oldest in my family right Early mornings and late nights And no one really sees The responsibility that falls on me When I was younger life was full of spice Barbie dolls and pillow fights And of course I was always right Because I was the oldest, that was tight A little older and life started to change Things in my life they rearranged Normal things began to seem strange And homeless people asking spare change Began to take on a new meaning to me The downside of life I began to see That doesn’t mean I stopped complaining Of things on my life that seemed so straining I could say how it is that I have so much to do I could say how it is that I’m in love with you I could say how it is that he’s in love with me But I don’t love him and you don’t love me And what I really see is a sea of possibilities, responsibilities Impossible to realize the dream of what can be. I mean but how can I complain of love when he doesn’t have a place to sleep and he doesn’t have any food to eat and I’m really in love with your freedom to Live your life what dreams may come through Your ability to see beyond reality to The real me or am I really in love with you? But regardless I’m the example, the oldest right? Always wrong no always right I’m just saying that people don’t actually see The responsibilities that fall on me Beyond me to the reality |