I need mental help. Read and might understand why. It's not really a poem but I tried. |
What could my life be like? My life can be many things I could be a successful actress I could work for a circus I could be a famous Youtuber I could be anyone and anything... according to your parents. But my life is none of those things. I can't be a successful actress I can't work for a circus I can't be a famous Youtuber I can't be anyone or anything, I'm still myself. Me boring little me. people could ask what I want to do with my life I wouldn't be able give an answer. Because it doesn't matter what I want with my life, it's where others push me. That is reality. Yes, I could have an exciting life where everyone will know my name where I'm the talk of the history books where I'm someone to remember, but that isn't what the world wanted so it didn't. What the world wanted for me was so I would never have an exciting life where everyone will know my name or where I'm the talk of the history books or where I'm someone to remember. What this world wanted for me was this ugly blue couch I'm sitting on in a tiny apartment that no one wants trying to finish my large pile of homework. But I'm writing this instead. |