Life

For anyone asking My life is a mess Which has my heart gasping for breath As it fight this everlasting battle with stress Still im expected to progress Above the hardships of life That of which I can no longer adress So now its just on with the next And the next, and the next And now im perplexed With this notion in my mind to be the best Till my best is the best and greater than the rest So all can see it shinning bright on my chest But even then would it be enough? Will in the end I come out tough? Tough enough to fly high and hold you negativity above my head Hold it high for everyone to see the tears I shed And its beginning to turn into a nasty thread For the girl next door has the same aspiration before she reaches her death bed But her story is different from mine you see For she dies before she could ever be And that story is sad to say, Is what I always thought would come my way And it becomes a vicious cycle you know As I dodge the bullets from the gun that life holds Forced by the destiny I once bestowed So yes my life is a mess But its mess is my work in progress