i often sit and wonder, how i allow myself to be so run over...
i dream of better, different things, yet somehow my life always remains just the same..
when will i ever be good enough...? who will unclip my feathered wings?
How will i know who or what i was meant to be
Is there anyone out there strong and patient enough, for little ol me
a people pleaser, they say that is what i am, yet i please no one, and end up tearful and crying, in the end.