Who am I
if I don't have my dream?
If I don't prove everyone wrong
everyone who's ever doubted me.
If I don't finish this in a year
to show them how smart I can be.
If I don't live up to the potential
they're telling me I can achieve.
Who am I,
if my life is about me
and not the thousands of things they think I can do
and want to see me succeed?
If I take some time off
and maybe lose a bit of me?
If I stop writing letters
texts, novels, poetry?
If I forget everything
that makes me me?
If I learn new blueprints
to the human I can be?
Who am I,
if I change me?
If I focus on me,
will they call me crazy?
If I lose flexibility,
will they call me lazy?
If I get straight "C"s,
will they still praise me?
Who am I,
if I am stuck in between,
the girl of my dreams,
and just,
societies,
ideal version of me?
Who am I?
But...
Who could I be?
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I Wrote This At Midnight
PoesíaI Wrote This At Midnight is a collection of poems I have and will write, that were most likely written late at night (or just feel very chaotic). As always, thank you for your support, I hope you enjoy :) Warning: The poems included are not censored...
