going on vacations are when you need a break. when reality is just too much. i guess that only applies for your body because i take mind vacations all the time. tonight i was thinking about what i want. what i truly want. and this is what i jotted down.
a degree means nothing to me. my family will argue this but college may not be my path.
i may want to live in a van, never be planted down. have rivers be my bath.
i wanna date lots of people and make lots of memories, get tattoos and tell my story through ink.
die my hair silly colors, get drunk, be dumb, because for one, i don't care what people think.
mountains will be my backyard while cities the front, every night a different place, different view.
tires always rolling, all alone, i'll be doing anything i want to.
then again maybe more years of school fits because having a degree may suit me.
yellow tape and bright lights is one path, cases and files would set me free.
finding out what makes a killers mind tick, why that place, why that time, why they picked who they picked.
my future isn't set in stone and never will be, i'd prefer to let my plans be wild and run free.
my parents may not approve of my choices but it's my life not theirs. they can't control my life nor my affairs. so don't tie your laces too tight or they'll get into knots, you don't have to take notes but there's my beach thoughts.
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Dear Loser
PoesíaPoems based on a 14 year old girl going through the stages of learning herself while juggling her social life, mental health, and family status.
