People always say "follow your dreams"
Well, I don't have a dream.
That's a bit of a problem
These types of thoughts make me quite solemn
Makes it hard to choose what you want to do with your life when you have no aspirations
Makes it really hard to have any celebrations
People expect so much from me
But me? I just can't see
Why would they expect things from me, the failure?
Might as well just go become a sailor
People say I'm smart
They're lying, about that part
If they saw my grades, they'd know better
They'd see it go down, letter by letter
They'd know the me I don't show
The me I just keep low
They still wouldn't know the full me still
The me I want to kill
I'm like an onion, repulsive
And I'm also convulsive
I have so many layers you don't see
Honestly, you don't wanna be me
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Ok but if you read this right it sounds like a rap. It's obvious what this is. No explanation needed. It's late again. 12:01. Good morning I guess.
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Edit: btw this was inspired by the song Interlude: Dream, Reality by Agust D.
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Introspection
Poetrynoun in.tro.spec.tion \ˌin-trə-ˈspek-shən\ : the process of examining your own thoughts or feelings I'm just gonna dump thoughts here. Probably sad. Maybe not.
