Why does the one thing I want to be, seem so far out of sight
Even though I try with all my might
Everyone around me only seems to want to put a fight
My family says it's not right
But what is so unrighteous about wanting to write
Not even fate seems to want my hard work to take flight
Circumstances are causing little pieces of me to die out like a light
All I want to do is put pen to paper and write
So tell me why it's not right
I lay awake trying to find the answer at night
But all it makes me do is wonder
What in the world am I doing that is right
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My Book of Poems
PoetryHello, I'm not going to lie. I suck at conversations, especially if I have to introduce myself. This is partially what I write about. You see, I write when I freak out. I write when I can't deal with being myself. So I hope you will take a look into...
