What am I supposed to be?
I find the way to make me happy
And it's the wrong way
The grades are more important
The looks are more important
I'm stuck stressing
Before there's even a reason to stress
This year is full of diagnosis
And they wonder why I don't like the jokes
So I have to help make them happy
And I find myself neglecting everyone else
Even me
But what do I do
For the people who knocked me down so many times
I give up a part of my health to hear them laugh
I make sure they're friends aren't hurting them
I worry more about something that was rightfully taken away from you
Than something I've been wating for, for years
I'll do anything for you
But I'll do anything
For anyone
Except me
And it's too much
I need to be home
I need to be with him
I need to be with her
And I need to be with the rest of you
Go to football games
Join the musical
What am I supposed to be?
I seem like I'm mad
But I'm really just stressed
About being as good as her
Tired from not getting any sleep
And that's my fault, I guess
I haven't taken a minute to myself
I feel fake
Trying too hard to be happy
To be happy for you all
What am I supposed to be?
A friend to all but herself
Triumphant on a stage
Somewhere she's never felt comfortable
But she'll do it
I'll do it
Just because I know I can
And hopefully you'll see
And maybe I will find that what I do actually can help others
Whatever you do,
Don't let me go
Let me know
That growing up goes slow.
••• I know my poetry isn't as good as it used to be. I'm trying to fix that. Creative writing should help me, so I will get back on track again. •••
