Shy and quiet since I was two,
Kept to myself just me and my boo.
My boo was my bear that I got real young,
Right after my heart surgery,
Life had just begun.
I had heart surgery real young.
Yes I was quite sick.
They damaged my lungs,
And my vocal chords aren’t to slick.
Singing in choir since I was nine,
Yup I’d have to say,
I’ve come quite a way since that time.
Middle school and high school-
Started quickly coming my way.
I’d have to learn quickly not to run away.
I finally got my license,
And it was a relief,
That I finally had enough freedom
To stand on my own two feet.
Now I’m sitting in class,
Writing all this down,
Wondering to myself what to do now.
Should I just let life take me by the hand?
Or make my own path and stick with it till the end?