What if I just stopped, quit, ceased to be the person that I really am, would anybody care or even give a d**n, I try to be me as much as I can, but what does that get me, but a fist fight with my best friend. When im me im called worthless as a blank tome, I suppose that's why I got kicked out of my home. But is being me really this bad, I don't think it is, at least im no fad. But to them im nothing but a pesky moth, im standing on the edge and thinking of jumping off. If I took that final leap would it matter, or would I be just another splatter. I now hear a voice from behind; it tells me how im important, how im kind, my life now becomes a tug a war of the good and bad, should I jump, I make them happy, but also sad. I can't make up my mind, is it really worth it, or am I wasting my time, I hear the voices that love me stronger then ever, don't do this your too smart your too clever, is it too late to turn around, or will I have to fall to the ground, I turn around slowly and walk away, as that big bridge moves and sways, my loved ones embrace me and say I matter, they said that I would not be just another splatter!
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