Questions

How many of shades of blue in the sea?
How many leaves on the sycamore tree?
How does God hear us when he's so far above?
And why do some people -
Fall out of love?
How does the sun know when to shine?
Why is your skin tone darker then mine?
Why was I born without wings -
When I just want to fly?
Oh wise man tell me
Where the answers lie

Life

Constantly haunted by secrets untold
Watching helpless as disaster unfolds
Trying to believe
All you've been told
And chasing the sunbeams
Your hands cannot hold

Anger

Anger
Used to be
Red hot dynamite
In control of me
Set off by the smallest spark
It ate me from inside
It shook my fists
It made me sick
And many times I cried
Anger was selfish
It took what it pleased
And then it would leave
Me broken and empty
Then life would continue
So easy and fun
Until with out warning
Back anger would come
Then one day I told anger
To stay away from me
And decided to go through life
Blissfully carefree

What I've learned:

Winning isn't everything
But it's sure as heck a lot
Sticks and stones may break your bones
And words can break your heart
Getting the top grades
Doesn't mean your smart
And it's much easier to quit
If you never start

Awkward

I'm going the wrong way
On a one way street
My heart is set on dancing
When I've got two left feet
I cannot sing a note
Yet my souls aways in song
And I'll ask you to arm wrestle
Though you could hardly say I'm strong
If the name of the game is awkwardness
I guess I'm keeping pace
So i might as well go through life
With a smile on my face

I looked up confused in the thesaurus

I'm abashed
Addled
Befuddled
And baffled
Simply Bewildered
And dazed
I'm discounted
Quite distracted
I'm flummoxed and flustered
Why I'm absolutely puzzled
By love

Afraid

I am afraid
That I live in a world
Where fame
Has replaced God
That we no longer judge
By goodness in the heart
That your ranking in life
Improves if your hot
And some might say "Duh!"
and "Nothing will change"
"What do you expect?"
"It's always been this way"
And you might call me crazy
And I might be just wrong
But sometimes when I listen
To slow guitar songs
Or see the underdog
Prove that he's strong
Or when I see people dancing
Because there's nothing to say
I slowly smile
And my fear fades away

Teenager

My primary mode of communication
Is my thumbs
I want to dye my hair
And i want to play the drums
I say the word "like" more than necessary
And balance school and my social life precariously
I wear Chuck Taylors
And skin tight jeans
You may find me superficial
But I'm not what I seem
You may find me quite confusing
But you too were once
A teen