I'm just done with
all of your bullshit.
I'm tired of trying
to impress you.
All this effort I put
into all that I'm doing,
but you don't care.
It doesn't matter unless
I'm one of the best, right?
When will you learn to stop
and take pride in what
is in front of you?
When will you begin to do
what I've always wanted you to do?
When will you be done with
the impossible expectations?
Answer: never.
Is everything just a competition?
Not of life should be spent playing
what you think of as a game.
You have to realize, you won't get what you
want every single god damn time.
You can't learn from mistakes if you never
get the chance to make any. And I'm
furious. But through everything,
you're not done
breaking all that I have
and all that I've become.
9/22/16
YOU ARE READING
Standing
Poetry"I choose to believe there are more than three stages in life. For me, I say there are five." Eva Longsten was crumbling, but soon she found life was easier when you were breathing. She was holding onto who she was until she realized releasing he...
