Tear Drops

Only if you measure in terms of years, Could you count the tears, That stray from there home, And walk down the cheek, Thumbing for a ride. The things I want most seem impossible to reach, How these drops suffer from defeat, Will I continue to be denied, The answers I try to spy. I try to turn them off, But the switch I cant see, But how can this be, Don't they believe I just want to be me. I want to scream, I boast "I'm in charge!!" But I can't be special, While I'm being me-don't you agree, Ironic indeed growing up, Was supposed to set me free.