From Sadness This Did Come
I'm not the brightest candle
I'll just say I'm lit
For some too hard to handle
Others will just quit
I'm not the best to look at
You might look away
Or see the fist you shook at
Much to my dismay
People say I'm funny
And I look the same
Sweet as honey
But left without the game
My verbal skills were lacking
I could not even write
My voice was always cracking
Never felt to bright
The things that we are feeling
Are not always as we see
My mind was stuck and reeling
But I've learned to set it free
So not that I am older
Things that used to bug
Just know that I am bolder
Now my shoulders shrug
Who cares how I am looking
It's who I am inside
Now that I'm really cooking
I take a bigger stride
You see I'm very happy
From sadness this did come
Maybe it sounds sappy
But I beat a different drum
Copyright © John Bernard | Year Posted 2012
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