Why is the truth so hard to see?

Why so appealing, the thought of being free?

Not being without you, but not being stuck to your side,

But we fake the smile, and take it in stride.

Giving in to the appeal of others,

But choking and gagging and starting to smother.

In your heart, embers that burn,

Waiting in line to take your turn.

Wanting to feel alive once more,

Instead of like life is one big chore.

Not sure what to do with myself,

Putting what I want on the shelf.

But what I want is no longer right,

Neither are the pictures in my head at night.

I suppose I've succumbed a time or two,

To do something I shouldn't do.

But now like a grown up I'm learning to act,

Because with God and my mum, I've made a pact.

So that when the end of my life draws nigh,

I can smile and say that I,

Met the temptation, with fervent faith,

Sttod my ground and held my place.

Laughed a little, and loved a lot,

And in this world, earned my spot.