My Voice

Sometimes I struggle,

To hear my own voice,

To know what’s from me,

And what’s external noise.

Sometimes it’s hard,

To hear my own mind,

To know what I want,

And what to leave behind.

Sometimes I wonder,

Was that my choice?

Or something another.

Said, over my voice.

Sometimes I wonder,

Where I would be,

If no one else’s thoughts mattered

And I did things for me.

An Easy Way

I wish there was an easy way,

To say, Hei Hei!

And a leave without a peep.

I wish there was an easy way,

One without a price to pay,

Or a price that’s not so steep.

I want to take different road,

One that goes away.

A road that brings me somewhere new,

Where I want to stay.

I want to take a different road,

Problem is I’m told,

If you take a different road,

Some will likely scold.

But if the way was easy,

And my burdens here were light,

Then perhaps I would not learn as much,

Or understand the plight.