"Stand Up"

The frustration builds, the anger hurts to hold
My insides burn, as I begin to mold

Mold my pleasures, mold my pains
And learn the rules, to this thoughtless game

The pain inside, I let it out in one big scream
Wish to wake, and pretend it was just a dream

Yet in reality, I go up and down
And always end up, face first in the ground

But still I'll stand, and still I'll walk
No matter what they say, and how they talk

I must move on, to something true
It's life again, as I stand and start a new
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