Teenage years are supposed to be the best
but somehow nowadays i dont get time to rest
each day a new problem envelops my mind
to take the easiest way out i am always inclined
sometimes not realising that im making a mistake
and somehow contentment and happiness i try to fake
i roam around in circles looking for the light
something, anything to remove my plight
to make a decision takes me so long
scared that whatever i do will be wrong
i think its more a lack of self esteem
not having enough confidence to fulfill my dream
the easy road might not help me in any way
for it i might later on have to pay
so from now on im not going to take the easy way out
myself no more i am going to doubt
yes i can handle it i can do it i say
i have finally found my path, my way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem