if there was some way to
get rid of all my dreams
and hopes and aspirations
i would do it.
i would wave goodbye
and smile and cry
and never see them rear
their [ugly] faces again.
i wouldn't have to work hard,
because i wouldn't feel any [guilt].
i would be able to be infinite,
because i would never [fail].
i would be able to meet expectations.
because they wouldn't be [rocket high].
i could be pretty, by my own standards
because maybe society wouldn't [want me].
so if someone told me
they would put my life
on a train and send it
far, far away,
i'd hug them, and kiss them
and run.
or if someone said they'd take
my dreams and hopes and aspirations
and crush them like a [bug],
i'd grin
and say "okay".
but if someone said
"i'll make your dreams come true"
i think i'd [cry]
because then i'd have to
force myself to keep t r y i n g
to be p r e t t y for the crowd
to m e e t my expectations in the sky
and to be unhappy.
YOU ARE READING
[ ugly dreams ]
Poetrythese d r e a m s and h o p e s and a s p i r a t i o n s are [killing] me. {lowercase intended}