? My life Veiw: Birds!!!!
My wings have been clipped, my spirit destroyed and my hope left out for all others to step on as they walk by. But that’s how I always felt, like a raven with one wing, dark, misunderstood, and an outcast from those who saw me different. Most people believe that they are doves and…
If we all live this way what would we have left.
Nothing but material things.
Nothing to hold dear.
Nothing to look forward.
No one to ever say “I Love You” to again.
I hate it when I wanna be an optimist and people tell me to be a realist.
When I’m a realist people tell me to stop being a pessimist.
When I’m a pessimist people tell me to be an optimist.
You know what I wanna say…
MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND ALREADY!!!!!!!!
