7: Tomorrow

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Scared of a tomorrow

that's just a repeat of today.

Changing plans changing dreams

the pressure of parents is just too extreme.

The only constant i seem to enjoy

is my love of music.

The thought of music makes me cry,

the passion for it takes control in my mind

but the insecurity overthrows me.

I can't help but doubt myself

with all the doubters doubting me.

I'm stressed out,

I'm emotionally heavy,

that's the only way

I can express my insecurity.

To my parents it's about having a stable future,

but to me it's about loving your life

as you live tomorrow.

If i follow their way

I'm gonna end up with a repeat

of another today tomorrow.  

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A/N: FYI a lot of these poems I'm publishing so far are ones I've written in the past, including this one, but are still very relevant to me. 


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