WHY?

Why? 

Why can’t I make you proud? 

Why can’t I be the perfect girl? 

Who has it all together? 

I want to change the world, 

I want to do something, 

That will show you I could be something. 

I love music, but I don’t think, 

That I will ever be good enough. 

I would love to do it for my life, 

But that is out of my league, 

And I do not know if that is for me. 

I open my up my bible  

 The Psalms say, “Rejoice” 

How could I do that, when, 

My mom does not think, 

My life plan is for me. 

She says I am not cut out for it. 

She asked if I wanted her opinion, 

I said, “yes” but wish I didn't.  

You say my tears are saved, 

I hope you see these tears.  

They are hurt, angry, confused, sad, 

They are painful, my eyes burn. 

God you are out there, 

But I need to see you move in my life. 

Make yourself evident to me, 

I don’t doubt you, I doubt me.  

You created a mean person like my dad, 

So can’t you fix the life of a girl like me, 

If not, why? Show me WHY?