Switch It Up(:

i brush it off and stand back up

running away never did any good

trying to do what i think i should

i only want to please

but instead i feel a breeze

of people blowin me off like nothing

all i want is to amount to something

life seems like a never ending chore,

work work work, at least im never bored

trying to figure out who i am, and just do me

but i put up w/ these people who just cannot see

i just want to make them proud

instead i get nitpicked and a frown

aspects of my life fall apart, and still i take it

then i look up and remember, fake it til you make it

fake that smile and push through pain

then before i know it, happiness is in my lane

so i run down the road of life

pretending to smile through all the strife

if i'm slow to anger, and quick to smile.