Trust Me, It’s Hard

Trust me, it 's hard. When I say it’s hard I mean it is.

Getting outta bed each morning, forcing a smile on your face like you’re ready to face the world. 

They tease them, show them what they want and tell them they can achieve it, 

reach your hand out to get what you deserve, they put a price tag on there that you can’t afford.

You know this, but you still go against that voice of reasoning.

You try to shake off the dust, but like dust bunnies, they stay in place and linger.

You pick them off, just to realize you didn’t get all of them. 

However, as the day goes on the dust bunnies turn to luggage, 

no one else sees you carrying and pretty soon will start bogging you down. 

Nobody else is there for you, but that little voice inside your head still says push on. 

As naive as you are, but in denial, you don’t wanna call it being naive you just call it to be optimistic. 

Trust me it’s hard, but that optimism is like a silent disease and you and I both know you feel the symptoms.

You can’t ignore them like you ignored the monster under your bed as a kid, you aren’t a kid anymore. 

It will eventually creep up behind you and attack.

Yet, here’s the thing when it attacks you aren’t gonna turn into a knight and fight off like a dragon. 

No, chances are you’re gonna crumble like a little wooden bridge with too many people on it, but you know this. 

Because of you have so many protective barriers.

You gotta let them see. 

You gotta let them know, it’s been like a one-person army fighting against an entire battalion. 

 You gotta take the barbwire of that wall so people don’t decide to bail before making that initial wall. 

I gotta take down those protected wires down so others can know me. 

I gotta stop looking back.

Stop looking back.

Trust me, I know it’s hard. 

When I say it’s hard. I mean it’s hard. 

You just made it over the mountain, but now you gotta make it through the forest.

You made it out alive before, and sure you had helpers along the way, but this time. 

The support system you’ll need is yourself.

 Trust me, you’ll want a break and rest. 

So you gotta take a step.

Then you gotta take another step and etcetera. 

Don’t give up. I try to get over myself recite this.

I AM STRONG, Because I know my weakness.

I AM BEAUTIFUL, Because I am aware of my flaws.

I AM FEARLESS, Because I learned to recognize, illusion from reality.

I AM WISE, Because I have learned from my mistakes.

I AM A LOVER, Because I have felt hate. And…

I CAN LAUGH, Because I have known sadness.