another mental hurdle

Hidden in a file

In a folder you created

Is a collection of thoughts

And the entryway is gated

You choose the people who can stop

By to take a look into your life

Because you’re scared that what you might

Say, will rub them the wrong way

But today was a step

And I said what I needed to say

The reason that it might

Fill you up with hate

Is because you know there’s something better

Than where you’re at today

But somewhere along the way

They told you “this is it”

“This is where you’ll stay”

Til all your friends are gone

And your hair is completely gray

And you’re too old

To go outside with your kids to play

Because you spent years, days

Working your life away

The reason that I’m private

Is because everyone has something to say

And what I say

Isn’t the right way

But it’s how I’d like to be

So that’s what I’ll write about today

Maybe I’ll place

The thought from today

Between two covers

And a spine to hold it straight

But if I ever published

On the cover, what should the name say?

Should it be me?

Do I want to feel the wrath?

Of the people who don’t agree

The people talking behind my back

Cuz you only have one time

To make an impression on another mind

And what they think of you is true

To them, forever

And my goal isn’t to enrage

My goal is to inspire

People to take a step

Because your story is similar to mine

So I don’t know why 

You don’t begin to write

Because even though it might

To someone else, sound right

Who cares?

Because one day

We’ll all die.