I Hope To Make Something Of Myself
Lightning lights up the night,
and maybe I just might,
I've been writing it for months,
And I think it might be ready,
If only I was steady,
I'm nervous you see,
I'm scared of what others will think of me,
Will they love it and want more?
Or put it down half way thinking of it more as a chore?
I hope it will be on the School's shelves come my senior year,
But my hopes may as well disapear,
I'm scared you see,
Of what people think of me.
Will they look at the author and say 'oh no, this simply cannot be',
Or rejoice and tell there friends and gossip and say 'Oh my! Look at this! Oh how could we have discriminated against this!'
I may not ever know,
But if the chance comes along and I'm asked to show,
You can bet I'll do it and make something of myself,
Those who have looked down upon me and made comments mean and nice,
Will be blown away by writings that will suffice!
and maybe I just might,
I've been writing it for months,
And I think it might be ready,
If only I was steady,
I'm nervous you see,
I'm scared of what others will think of me,
Will they love it and want more?
Or put it down half way thinking of it more as a chore?
I hope it will be on the School's shelves come my senior year,
But my hopes may as well disapear,
I'm scared you see,
Of what people think of me.
Will they look at the author and say 'oh no, this simply cannot be',
Or rejoice and tell there friends and gossip and say 'Oh my! Look at this! Oh how could we have discriminated against this!'
I may not ever know,
But if the chance comes along and I'm asked to show,
You can bet I'll do it and make something of myself,
Those who have looked down upon me and made comments mean and nice,
Will be blown away by writings that will suffice!
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