I cannot live for someone else,
I cannot search for happiness.
For everything I hold close to my heart
Eventually seems to fall apart.
And looking back upon the past,
Into my memories from first to last,
Dependence and naivety
Define how I’ve turned out to be.
I cannot help the way I tend
To let my emotions descend
Into worry, panic, dread and fears,
Anger, pain and countless tears.
I cannot keep allowing life
To stab me with its hunting knife.
As I tread further down my path,
I will not succumb to life’s icy wrath.
I’ll treat each day as a new start,
An empty canvas; a work of art.
I’ll live for me and no-one else
I’ll thicken my skin, I’ll by myself.
I’ll laugh when I’m the only one
Who gets the joke or sees the pun
I will not stand for anyone
Lying to my face again.
If someone stabs me in the back,
Or hurts me, then I will fight back.
Life is for living. And I cannot
Waste time bound up in chains and knots.