as a kid i had a pretty big dream,
even it seemed impossible to redeem,
i knew i would eventually get there,
and i made sure everyone was well aware,
ranting about my ambitions for hours,
it almost felt like i had superpowers.
i was on top of the world then,
but that only lasted until i turned ten.
but growing up was like stepping on lego,
each step i took dented my ego,
and learning to live in a real society,
left me with less variety,
finding motivation,
in this fucked up generation,
where people tell me who i can and cant be,
until i finally agree.
i began to self sabotage most days,
whilst my 'big' dreams became a haze,
the flower that had once flourished,
became un-nourished,
and the petals began to shed,
leaving my content flower dead.
interpretation: this poem is about having a lot of big dreams, future plans and ambitions when you're younger however when you get older you realise how unrealistic they were and that people will openly tell you they're unrealistic and i feel like as teenagers we lose a lot of motivation for things and lose interest in the things we love. Therefore i am comparing our visions and imaginations to a flower that's shredding overtime.
YOU ARE READING
forget me not.
PoetryThis is my first poetry collection i've ever written, it covers several topics. A lot are based on love and relationships but it also covers a lot of sensitive topics such as mental illness, domestic violence, sexual assault, homophobia etc. I've ne...
