First Born Son

Doubts fill my head like a floating stream I am pushing forward, but quickly running out of steam Why am I doing what I’m doing? What even is the point? As weariness pours over me, every bone and every joint I’m not the best at anything, even if I try But I keep trying to be the best without a reason why Every day I strive, searching for a new result But nothing changes, I’m still the same Consistency’s insult Insanity is the definition of my situation Going forward through this life without an inspiration Happiness and feelings gone, I am a robot now As I continue to push on, wiping sweat from off my brow Everyone holds me to high standards and prod me on along Holding me on a short lease, control over-powering and strong But did you even care to ask me how this makes me feel? You manipulate and use me; my pride is what you steal I am not your prize for you to parade I am not a pawn in your own little charade I can run my own life and do not need your help Your constant expectations wearing thin upon myself I don’t need to jump through hoops in order to impress My future now may be a haze, but you don’t need obsess I know how to live my life without your consent I know how to carry myself and don’t care if it makes you upset Now let go of the reigns and give me back the wheel I can handle my own life and I know how to feel I may not be the man or son you wanted me to be But you have to let go of control; you must let me be free You cannot change my spirit or my personality You cannot change my pessimistic mentality I will only say this once and try to say it nice: Let me be who I am and let me live my life.