I have to live with myself and so I want to be fit for myself o know

I want to be able as days go by, always to look my self straight in the eye.

I don’t want to stand, with the setting sun and hate myself for the things I have done.

I don’t want to keep on a closet shelf a lot of secrets about myself

And fool myself, as I come and go, into thinking that nobody else will know

The kind of man I really am; I don’t want to dress myself up in a sham.

I want to go out with my head erect,I want to deserve all man’s respect;

And here in the strugle for fame and wealth, I want to be able to like myself.

I don’t want to look at myself and know, that I am a bluffer, and empty show.

I can never hide myself from me; I see what others may never see,

I know what others may never know; I never can fool myself, and so,

Whatever happens, I want to be self respecting and guilt free.

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Here’s to kids that are different,

Kids who don’t always get As,

Kids who have ears

Twice the size of their peers

And noses that go on for days.

Here’s to the kids who are different,

Kids they call crazy or dumb,

Kids who don’t fit.

With the guts and the grit,

Who dance to a different drum.

Here’s to the kids who are different,

Kids with a mischeivous streak.

For when they have grown,

As history has shown’

It’s their difference that makes them unique.

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I remember a time when each day was long,

When the world was a playground and my life a song,

And I fluttered through years with barely a care,

Ignoring the future and what waited there.

School was intriguing and filled with delights,

I played away daytimes and dreamed away nights.

My parents assured me I had nothing to fear,

And that no matter what happened, they’d always be there.

Little I knew of a world outside home,

Where tragedy, sorrow and murder could roam.

All I saw were blue skies, rainbows and stars.

I looked past destruction of buildings and cars.

As a child, my biggest concern was just me,

I had to be happy, I had to be free.

And if I was content, I would not shed a tear,

And no matter what happened, I still would be here.

But as I grow up, darkness starts to set in;

My bright world has turned into concrete and tin.

I now see the voilence I looked past before;

My friends start to die and my heart hits the floor.

deadly diseases claim people I love,

There are landfills below me, pollution above.

I often think  back to when life was a game.

But no matter what happens, it can’t be the same.

There are days when I just want to break down and howl,

To give up completely, to throw in the towel,

But I hold my head high and push my way through.

I have too much to give and so much to do.

And I make a vow that, though it’ll be hard,

I’ll go on with a smile and play every card.

I’ll give all that I can, help others and love.

No matter what happens, life will bloom again,

And the strength I don’t have will come from above.

So come, take my hand and through darkness we will sail

If we join together, we can never fail.

We’ll remember to care, remember to feel,

And no matter what happens, our world we will heal.

It’s tough to be a teenager, no one really knows

What the pressure is like in school, this is how it goes.

I wake up every morning and stare into this face

I wanna be good lookin’, but I feel like a disgrace.

My friends they seem to like me, if I follow through with their dare,

But when I try to be myself, they never seem to care.

My mom, well she keeps saying, I gotta make the grade

While both my parents love me, it slowly seems to fade.

It seems like everyone I know is trying to be so cool

And every time I try, I end up just a fool.

I’ve thought about taking drugs, I really don’t want to you know

But I just don’t fit in and it’s really startin’ to show.

Maybe if I make the team, I’ll stand out in the crowd

If they could see how hard I try, i know they would be proud.

You see I’m still a virgin, my friends they can’t find out

’cause if they really knew the truth, I know they’de laugh and shout.

Sometimes I really get so low, I want to cash it in

My problems really aren’t so bad, if I think of how life’s been.

Sometimes I’m really lost and wonder what to do

I wonder where to go, who can I talk to.

It’s tough to be a teenager, sometimes life’s not fair

I wish I had somewhere to go and someone to CARE.

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Bottled up inside are the words I never said,

The feelings that I hide, the lines you’ve never read.

You can see it in my eyes, read it on my face.

Trapped inside are lies of the past I can’t replace.

With memories that linger, won’t seem to go away.

Why can’t I be happier?  Today’s a brand new day.

Yesterday’s are over, even though the hurtiing’s not.

Nothing last forever, I must cherish what I’ve got.

Don’t take my love for granted, for soon it will be gone,

All you ever wanted of the love you thought you’d won.

the hurt I’m feeling now won’t disappear overnight,

But someway, somehow, everything will turn out all right.

No more wishing for the past, It wasn’t meant to be.

It didn’t seem to last, so I have to set him free.

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When Iws a child I saw in black and white, everything was obvios either wrong or right.

No arguments, no pros and cons choices were precise.

Pure and joyous clarity gave me a simple life.

So I grew and learned to face the world living life that way.

And now I feel so unprepared ’cause black and white turned gray.

My unfaltering vision failed focus left my eyes.

Because today I am a teenager and nothing’s quite so clear.

I’m seeing through an adults eyes a childs biggest fear.

Where choices were once obvious I can’t tell wrong from right.

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He’s teaching her arithmatic,  he said it was his mission,

He kissed her once, he kissed her twice and said, “now that’s addition.”

And as he added smack by smack In silent satisfaction,

She sweetly gave the kissed back and said, “now that’s subtraction.”

then he kissed her, she kissed him, without an explanation,

And both together said, “That’s multiplication.”

Then Dad appeared upon the scene and made a quick decision,

He kicked the kids three blocks away and said That’s long division.”

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Come live with me and be my love, and we will all the pleasures prove,

the hills and valleys, dales and fields, and all the craggy mountain yields.

There wewill sit upon the rocks, and see the shepherds feed their flocks,

By shallow rivers to whose falls, melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses with a thopusand fragrant posies,

A cap of flowers, and a kirtle embroidered all wit leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool which from our pretty lambs we pull;

fair lined slippers for the cold, with buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds, with coral clasps and amber studs:

And if these plasures now thee move, come live with me and be my love.

The shepherds’ swains shall dance and sing for thy delight each may morning:

If thes delights thy mind may move, then live with me and be my love.

Author Christopher Marlowe

There is a change and am I poor; your love hathe been, nor long ago,

A fountain at my fond heart’s door, whose only business was to flow;

And flow it did; not taking heed of its own bounty, or my need.

What happy moments did I count! blest was I then all bliss above!

Now, for that consecrated fount of murmuring, sparkling, living love,

What have I? shall I dare tell?A comfotless and hidden well.

A well of love, it may be deep, I trust it is, and never dry:

What matter?  if the waters sleep in silence and obscurity.

Such change, and at the very door of my fond heart, hath made me poor.

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I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd, a host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine and twinkle on the Milky Way,

They stretched in never ending line along the margin of the bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they out did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay in such a jocund company:

I gazed and gazed butn little hought what wealth the show had bought to me.

For or oft’ when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills’ and dances with the daffodils