(Trigger Warning: Depression)
So it turns out I'm not great at much.
I'm a nerd who likes history and books.
Math, science,
Art, music,
Sports,
Turns out I can't do them very well.
As a kid I was told
I could be anything, do anything
Then it turns out that that's not as true as it seems.
They say:
Try new things, doesn't matter how old you are.
That seems to be a lie.
The only time you can succeed is when you're a kid.
Well I'm not a kid anymore.
Turns out you need to pick what you like
Early in life.
But by the time you're
Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen
It's too late to try.
And apparently I'm not as good a singer as I thought.
As I was told.
I'm not good at science,
My art is shitty, even if no one wants to say it.
I've tried seven sports, only one I can actually do okay.
I'm supposed to know what I like, what I can do.
I don't even know who I am.
I was told I could do anything
Well then why is it that I'm sixteen and I can't
I can't try out
For a new volleyball position
Without being told to go back to where I "belong".
I can't sing without someone telling me to be quiet.
To shut my mouth.
Well,
WORDS.
FUCKING.
HURT.
Maybe I should "stay where I belong".
The only problem is
Where exactly is that?
I keep things in to try to stay polite
Happy
And myself
But it only seems to make things worse.
My parents told me I had all the time in the world,
It turns out that
The world moves at the same pace.
Quick.
And I've got thirteen years
To find out
Before I'm not able to try something new anymore.
God, I was so stupid to believe their lies.
Because when you're told something as a kid
You want to believe it with all your might.
So I'm not great at much.
I can't do anything I want.
I need to decide who I'm gonna beBut there's so much left I wanna try...
And now its too late.
Sucks for me, I guess.
I need to "stay where I belong"
Stay "happy"
And no longer believe the lie that "I can be anything"
Because I'm too old
And by now I've figured out
That parents lie.
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