Theres A Plan

[Guest 91curiouskitten]

Theres a plan for this thing called life

Filled with pain and filled with strife

I'm a boy and thats my life

I'm a girl and thats my strife

My dad had a plan, of who I would be

I'd be a marine, and travel the seas

I'd make him proud, with lots of kids

I'd make him boast, of all I did

My mother had a plan, for to me get rich

My mothers a gold digging ((ahem, well, you know, I guess, you can...yeah I shush now x.x))

I'd have lots of kids, and make her proud

I'd love her and see her, always be around

They both wanted nothing, but a good gentlmen son

I strayed from teh path, but not jsut for fun

I just wanna live, and be who I am

But that gives me a question, only one

Did I grow up, according to plan?

Think now and answer me

I tried to be happy, and follow my dreams

Isnt happy what you wanted me to be?

So did I follow this plan?

OR have I ruined it all

Will I make you proud

Or did your hopes fall?

[Guest miss kindheart]

Hi Kitten,

<<< hug >>>

You shouldn't try and live your life for others

Try and be happy being you

Always follow your heart

Never stop dreaming

vanna

[Guest 91curiouskitten]

I know but still v.v still every now and then feel guilty, I cant evcen talk about it with my dad, I am still scard of him XD

[Guest Emily Ray]

Kitten,

It was a lovly poem and sad too. I had the same question of my parents. I've gotten my answer and I think you need to find yours. If they can't be proud of who you are and who you will become then you have some more hard decisions to make. But in the end it really only matters whether you are proud of who you are and what you will become. I hope you can find your way there.

Huggs

Emily

[Guest 91curiouskitten]

Easier said then done, as so many other things are v.v"

[Guest Donna Jean]

Theres a plan for this thing called life

Filled with pain and filled with strife

I'm a boy and thats my life

I'm a girl and thats my strife

My dad had a plan, of who I would be

I'd be a marine, and travel the seas

I'd make him proud, with lots of kids

I'd make him boast, of all I did

My mother had a plan, for to me get rich

My mothers a gold digging ((ahem, well, you know, I guess, you can...yeah I shush now x.x))

I'd have lots of kids, and make her proud

I'd love her and see her, always be around

They both wanted nothing, but a good gentlmen son

I strayed from teh path, but not jsut for fun

I just wanna live, and be who I am

But that gives me a question, only one

Did I grow up, according to plan?

Think now and answer me

I tried to be happy, and follow my dreams

Isnt happy what you wanted me to be?

So did I follow this plan?

OR have I ruined it all

Will I make you proud

Or did your hopes fall?

Kitten.....

I think that I see the problem here....

Look at all the "plans".....

Not one of them is yours...

Hmmmmmmmmm....

Love you, Hon!

\

Donna Jean

[Guest 91curiouskitten]

Never said I had one yet >.> My previous one kinda went bye bye! lol was gunna enlist into the USMc, let them pay for college, go for Cryptologic REcovery, and then try and get a transfer once I renewed my contract to the USMC Fire department, and as soon as I got out get a job at the firedepartment............exactly like my dad did ^^"""

[Guest Opal]

I enjoyed your poem, Kitten, but not the suffering you have had to endure. May you find inner peace and acceptance of yourself.

Big Huggs,

Opal

[Guest 91curiouskitten]

My suffering is far from over lol but this is as good a vent site I can find, it doesnt do enough but, it does something and so it helps! As fpr [peace and acceptance of myself I have a long way to go but, someday, all thigns happen someday