What Life Tells Me

by Hannah   Oct 1, 2006


School is hell for me.
The teachers hate me.
I hate them.
I don't like the school work.
It's all hard for me no matter how hard i try.
I wake up early in the morning.
Can barley think.
Ends up coming to lunch.
Never really eats.
Ring goes the 3:00 bell.
Then I go across the street to talk to my friends who also hold my life together.
Music is the first that hold it together.
I sit behind a desk every single day for a long time.
Slaving away for the teachers sitting in a comfortable chair.
Eating when they want.
Talking when they want.
Disciplining when they want.
Nothing special toward us.
We sit there they boss us around.
Tell us what to do.
Tell us what we have to do without having second choices.
They always say what do you want to be.
Where do you want to be in life.
What do you plan on doing later in the future.
What are your dreams?
What are your goals?
All of this is all up to us right.
Well then why are we sitting behind this small desk?
Doing what all the teachers say.
Doing all this History work,
When you don't want to be a history teacher or know what
******* happened in the past.
Because its in the past right?
Some people really care about the past,
Some people hate the past,
Some people love to watch it come back to our memories.
But sometimes it really hurts when it comes back to memory.
If you have a dream why not shoot for it.
I'm a freshmen in High School.
I am pretty sure what I want.
I want to be behind a drum set-
Behind lights-
Behind my band playing revolution of music-
Rock music-
I want to be on a huge stage with lights and fans everywhere-
I want a great band that had the same dreams as me.
I don't want to be behind about a desk,
Learning about things I really don't care about.
History doesn't appeal to me-
PE doesn't help me-
Science I don't want to mix mixtures and make different chemicals.
Math and English on the other hand are necessary.
I can learn myself.
It sounds crazy but why people why?
Think about what you want.
What you have been longing for.
Why are you all sitting behind a desk getting told around?
Why aren't you all for filling your dreams?
Getting to where you want to be in life.
When some teacher asks you where and what you want to do in life.
Tell it to their face straight up.
I want to do this and be here,
And find myself doing this and that.
Stick up for yourself.
Tell it straight,
Make your life yours.
Not what your parents want.
Not what your friends want.
Ask for help along the way from them.
But don't let anyone run your life.
It's yours.
Make it unique.
Make it special.
Make it yours and only yours.
Make it your future and past you won't forget..in a good way.
Make it so your happy with who you are.
Make it happy and wonderful.
Make it so your you and you made yourself that way.
Don't listen to what other people say.
Don't make it so your not happy with your life.
If your content of where you are stay where you are.
Make your life the way you want it.
Hey write it down.
Draw it out.
Make expressions on paper about everything.
If you feel like screaming-
SCREAM!
If you feel like crying-
CRY
If you feel like punching something-
Punch something.
If you feel like finding the true self inside of you
Find it.
If you feel like just writing some random things down to just express feelings-
Write it all out.
If you feel like taking a walk-
Go take a walk
If you feel like taking a long cold shower (or hot)
Go do it
If you need someone to make you feel better
Go tell it straight out.
Go find yourself and make it from deep inside of your heart.
Don't let your parents decide what you should be.
Don't let your teachers tell you what to do.
Don't let people boss you around.
It's your life.
You deserve to have it your way.
Not how our teachers or parents say.
It's our life.
Yes we may make mistakes.
Yes we may make people cry.
We might make people scream at us.
But wouldn't you say its all worth it in the end to get where you want in the end.
If someone yells at you for no reason.
Yell back.
If you get in a fight with someone.
Just blow it off your shoulder.
Things like these hold you back in life.
I was to make a mistake where things like that held me back from my dream in life.
I can't let people boss me around.
I can't let myself get held back by the people who make other people's life hell.
It's all not worth letting go of your dream!
Don't let these little red devil lies hold you back.
People find yourself.
And get your life found
Make it your own.
Make it so amazing it leaves you BREATHLESS!

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