Love, Pain & Poetry [✓]

F o r t h e D r e a m e r s

"I want to be a model" is not something very convincing to hear from a fat kid.

And dreaming for something you're less likely to achieve makes everyone think that you've lost it.

They ask us what we want to be and tell us what we won't.

Call us names that we wished we never heard the words they spurt.

I grew up hearing the same thing over and over like: "That's impossible." "That's stupid."

They think they can pin me down by pointing at my dreams, or me being excluded.

But the thought of it now keeps reminding me why I found my passion.

Why I found something that gave me definition.

Those hurtful words back then, were coals to my dreams.

They started a fire within me that never died, that never dimmed.

I tell you, that shell is breakable. IF only you want it to be.

Whatever that shell is made out of, it's breakable. ONLY if you want it to be.