My Song

My Song

its like your underwater
unable to reach the air
like your stuck in a prison
when you know you need to be somewhere

two different sides to a story
it sucks when they become one
for once i wish they could see
the real person that i've become

the rain is starting to pour
the words are starting to come out
its scary to see the fight that is to be
when you know that you yourself cannot get out

i wish i was able to make her see
the way that my life is going to be
the path that im choosing
its not her choice
and it's not going to be her favorite
when i finally let her hear my voice

some family will be distant
and yet some will remain
and still i will remain strong
and dance to the tune
of my very own song

-abby musselman