I wish someone would tell me who to be
Because I feel incomplete
Like a half-finished person
Raw material
In need of intructions or a guide
Someone to copy, something to work with
An end goal for which to strive
They say embrace your personal aesthetic
Mine is copying everyone else's
They say you grow into your skin
That with time you'll get what works for youLearn to love the skin your in...
I feel as plain and boring as ever
No matter how much time passes byI continue to feel unfinished
A work in progress, never to end...

YOU ARE READING
I wish you'd listen
PoesiaSometimes our loved ones cause us the most grief. And sometimes there's nowhere to run from grief, anger, and anxiety. Growing up can be a difficult journey filled with change, aches, and loss. These poems are the introspective thoughts and memorie...