We look for love in the wrong places,
when all we have to look is in ourselves.
Instead of building our self up,
we let others tare us down.
We care more of what others think,
rather than let our own voice rule our mind.
Our hearts burn with envy,
as we watch others bloom with luxury.
Why can’t that be me? What did they do to deserve that?
I’ve worked so hard…
and we give up.
We let all our morals drown in sorrow because there was no award.
What makes a man?
Maybe its becoming a man, a woman, be the award.