Chin Up

The middle of the fight people, this ones for you.
Not knowing whats going on but you get punched in the jaw anyways people.
To the guys being peer pressured into fighting someone way bigger than you are.

Chin up.

For the people who are afraid to talk loud, so they tweet.
The people who try out for the team and don't make it.
The people who make the team but ride the bench.
To the people whose parents and siblings that said they cant do it, but do it anyways.

Chin up.

The girl whose boyfriend leaves her and doesn't even say why.
The boys who leave their girls, than regret it and go back, but aren't let in.
To the guys who cant even look at a girl without getting a weird look back.

Chin up.

Forgetting About Gandhi

Sometimes I get scared
I forget who I am
I forget what I am here for
What would Gandhi say?

Would he say something about how there's nobody that can judge me but my god?

Am I really as bad as I think?
When I look in the mirror and see the tears dripping from my chin into my sink
Am I really this ugly?
Am I really this skinny?
Why cant I be bigger?
Whats wrong with me?
Why couldn't my dad have played in the NFL so I got good genes?

But than I keep forgetting
What would Gandhi say?

Could he say
Nothings wrong with you
Nothings wrong with any of gods creations

But than why do I feel so depressed all the time?
Why can some people play better than me when I know I work harder?
Why do I feel good some days and terrible on others?
Why do I even care what people think about me?
They cant change me
But, neither can I?
Am I stuck in this for my entire life?

When will I know who I am?
When will I own myself completely?
I know who I am though, Right?
I am me
Son of him
Son of her
Brother to him, and him and him
Friends with them
Look at how blessed I am
Look at all I have

There's a light in my dark and dreary world and its spreading
But is the last night I will see the light?

My Journey

I wake up every mourning, look at my hands and crunch them together into fists. I roll out of bed and look at my feet, I can still move. Another day blessed. 18 years before now, I was nothing. I wasn't here. Until a brave women gave birth to a beautiful baby. Now I serve her.

3 years ago, that same women that was brave enough to give birth now can't get out of bed 5/7 days of the week. Her oldest son is incapable of the responsibility of taking care of the family. So its passed along to the second son, that's me.
I have no problem with this. She gave me life. I can help with hers.
My mother is the women I love most in this world. She is always there for me to talk even if she cant do much. She is a mentor to me.
I've gotten to the point where I have 4 sports; football, basketball, track and rugby. But when my mom cant tend for the family, someone does. That gets in the way of sports when your having to drive to and from school and to their sports.
I got bad grades last year, so this year I was faced with the decision, to play football and take my brothers to and from their things, constantly being late and having to leave early and not go to some things because I have to take my mom to and from the hospital, not to mention never having time for homework. Or I could not play till senior year and help my family out and focus on school.
I found it'd be so much better to not play for a year, even though It hurts so bad to have to watch football being played each game and knowing I cant be out there.
I was rewarded with the top training in Utah for football to prepare for next year, they bend their schedules to mine so I can do all the work even if I'm busy.
My moms recovering and has promised I will be able to play any sport I please my senior year.