What Im supose to be.

                                        To Be What I'm Suppose To Be

Call me trustworthy all the time,

Some call me honest, yet I occasionally lie,

I'm a natural, born leader, though; I’d rather not be...

Always getting myself in trouble all to easily,

As I try so hard to live up to,

The standards and boundaries put up by them you,

Always falling down, they expect me to get up,

I want to be wanted, and I love to be loved,

They all lean on me, so dependent,

'cause they all know I’m independent,

And so sorry, that I gave them a false pretense,

How can I live up to this in the midst of my fiends?

Always holding the pain in, so they don't see,

How I fall down so pathetically in agony,

Their problems I solve, again and again...

Yet sometimes, all I simply need is my best friends...

I don't want to complain,

Yet, occasionally, it drives me insane!

And up a wall, don’t know why I bother to care at all,

As I can never quite get it right-

What I’m suspected to be in life,

Now turn away as I cry so privately,

As I try to live up,

 

As I try not to mess up,

As I try to be what I’m suppose to be!!