Poetic Whispers

Be more realistic

Chase your dreams

The sky is the limit

Never give up--

Bullshit

I've heard it from kindergarten on

But when I found my passion

The supportive voices were silenced

As if I'd hanged them all at once

Don't be ridiculous

A writer?

Be more realistic

You're smart, become a doctor

So I stopped showing off my writing

And started criticizing my work

I must suck at writing more than I realize

There's no other explanation

Why won't you show me your writing

Don't you want to be an author

Condescending tones and nosy looks

Trying to peer into a notebook of cross outs and rewrites

I've given up that dream

I want to be a teacher

Are you crazy

Why would you want to be a teacher

Don't even think about it

You're a smart girl, become a doctor

So I stopped thinking about teaching

But I had no interests left

What else can I pursue

What other dreams can you destroy?

Why won't you tutor your brother?

Don't you want to be a teacher?

Maybe if the words didn't come out as sneers

I'd have an inclination to

What do you want to be?

I don't know

What do you mean you don't know?

I mean that I don't want you tearing apart and analyzing my passions

I guess I'll be a nurse

~A/N: fiestas con mi familia son divertida when all they want to do is criticize my life choices. this poem royally sucks, I'm aware, but what else is new? story of my life.~