Sponge

One year older another yaer colder so alone so empty but still ready for change to challenge the world on my own is all that I know who am I what am I, am I strong or am I weak Do I belong or am I completley wrong wondering all alone in this wicked world and never looking back living just another day as it comes and just goes no pland no motives just letting it all roll off my shoulders but secretly obsorbing it all in like a sponge so at times it is very heavy and seeps out water ,patiently waiting for it all to release to suddenly expand to the max that it just may expoid, to much of a load but it never does through my eyes of a child making me wild I have been here I have felt this yet I am still powrless to stop it Roll with the punches and when you fall, fall hard be sure when you stand, stand streight holding tighter with all your weight emotionally strained you haven't drained your sponge you need to squeeze it out and redress for a new look a new understanding for you a new me