Being Me

Every single day, I can never think of the right words to say, as I go through the same recycle, my mind begins to spiral, and I try to change my ways, as I drift through the remaining days, will the cards be my lucky deal, is my mind made out of steel, can I balance the books, keep everyone on hooks, time has flown fast, nothing seems to last, I got to escape this land, before I lose this hand.

It seems as if I'm in a crisis, maybe soon to be lifeless, I sometimes feel unlucky, but I know most of the time I'm lucky, life can be a beautiful thing, sometimes it'll make me want to sing, being me isn't so scary, it just makes you become a bit more wary, of the dangers around you, makes everything seem new, you get a sense of hope, even if you're hanging off the rope, and about to slip off the edge, you still grip onto the ledge, as you know you can't fall, you've got to give it your all, because people put their faith in you, with everything that they do, so don't ever feel down, when there's no one around, as someone out there, really does want to care. 

But I'm not showing my fears, or showing my tears, for the world to see, because I know who I'm meant to be, someone that can provide hard work, who can provide happiness, so before my mind goes berserk, I know that despite everything, I'm still a champion, and I've got more left in the tank to bring.