I have began to think of a future,
But I have been told that it is bothersome for others
For me to want to have one.
I have dreams!
Just like anyone.
Of a world...
Where I am important and matter to others.
My wish is to help others.
Can I end my dreams of the future
Because it is what other people want.
A sea of turmoil and emotions drown me
Crushing my bones,
Squeezing the air out of my lungs.
Desparate for breath
I want to scream.
Can I be selfish for once in my life?
There are so many barriers preventing me from accomplishing them.
Even though I am legally old enough to vote,
To drink alcohol and to make legal decisions for myself,
The government will not let me do what I want without my parents signature
Which my parents refuse to give.
For my future to begin
I need money to invest in my future
But no one will employ me
And my parents don't have the money.
Perhaps my future is dim and impossible.
I guess that is why
I can consider it to be a dream.
I guess I will have to give up
My future, my aspirations and my dreams
Because of others
And the impossibility in acheiving them.
After all they are only dreams.
YOU ARE READING
My Collection of Dark Poetry
PuisiSome may believe this to be a tale of self pity and self loathing while others may think it is an expression of a person coping with life and its obstacles. You are welcome to your own opinion and view.