Sometimes...


Sometimes I want to explore the world but I keep getting reminded of all the scary things that are out there.

Sometimes I want to call and hang out with you but I am afraid that you won't call back.

Sometimes I want to get excited about the things that happen to me but I keep getting reminded that people don’t have it as well and that I shouldn’t act like a child.

Sometimes I want to yell but I get reminded that we are supposed to keep quite.

Sometimes I want to run but I get reminded that we are supposed to be calm and take things slow, make sure you watch your step.

Sometimes I miss my friends but I keep getting reminded that they have moved on.

Sometimes I wish I could do more but then I get reminded of all the things people tell me that I was supposed to do.

Sometimes I want to create but then I get reminded that there are no new ideas and that we are only building from the experiences and knowledge from others.

Sometimes I want to cry but I get reminded that people don’t like it when you are sad.

Sometimes I want to laugh but I get reminded that people you have to take life seriously.

Sometimes I like to feel but then I get reminded that you will probably get hurt.

Sometimes I want to tell you how I feel but I keep getting reminded that you might not feel the same way.


Sometime I like to write, but then I think I just sound foolish.

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