It’s like we feel each other’s heat.
Most of us train ourselves to be perfect,
But let’s face it is it really worth it?
Day in, day out,
We push ourselves,
Past the point of breaking.
Then we finally reach a point,
Where all they’re doing is taking.
Taking our dreams,
And taking our hopes.
Then we’re suddenly tangled,
In life’s endless failure ropes.
We’re expected to see,
And act according to the grown up pact.
Of always being in control,
And knowing where we plan to goal.
But just once I want to be a careless soul,
Who doesn’t care about some goal.
I want to see the world from new eyes,
And know nothing about lies.
I want to be safe and sound,
Unknowing of the creeps who sneak around.
I want to breathe fresh air,
Step on ground that has no wear and tear.
To not worry about what others think of me.
Whether I’m hot or cool,
Or if I got enough A’s in school.
My Facebook status or my GPA.
I don’t want to care if I eat pizza for lunch today.
Shoe sizes, pant sizes, I could go on and on.
Why should we care if we look weird or wrong?
We’re judged by our appearances,
Our families that we’ve been with,
The school’s that we go to,
The places we’ve been,
If we can play a sport or throw a javelin.
Let’s take a stand,
And take one day, where we’re able to play.
No matter your age or what you look like,
You’re allowed to relax and let go of your worries,
Let go of the pressure,
Take a deep breath and feel fresher.
Know that life will go on,
Even if you give up
Know that everyone has their days where they slip up.
Smell the roses, as people say.
Cause one day,
That will all just go away.
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My first slam poetry, I know it maybe rough but please tell me what you think? Thanks for reading! *Comment, review, like 
