What they don’t tell you..

What they don’t tell you

That life is not a dreamland or a perfect scene.

There’ll come days where you’ll be left with a burnt bridge and no rescue team.

That some days life would look like a dead zone of ugly things, rough ground and dry weed

That you might lose yourself and all the goodness you’ve had to keep

That there’ll come a day where your skin will be foreign and you’ll lose your words to fear

Your voice will constantly choke and nothing will seem so clear

What they don’t tell you

That you won’t survive with a mask you wear

That being a hero is not measured with how much you bear

That the more you be yourself, the least they care

That who you really are, and who’d you want to be don’t matter anyway

But what they don’t really tell you

That you can survive quicksand and grow in the muddiest of water

That no matter how long the road is, your destination won’t be much further