why am i like this?
i have everything someone would want
decent grades
good friends
a boyfriend
a home
food to eat
loving parents
yet i still want more
many would kill
to be where i am
why can't i be happy
where i stand.
the one thing i want
is out of reach
never to be touched
out of control
wild and dangerous
i cannot have it
i do not want to have it
and yet
it's so appealing
pulling me closer
throwing me out
beating me up until
i can't get up
but i get up anyway
only to get pushed away
is it selfish to want it?
i should be happy
with what i have
but what if i'm not?
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YOU ARE READING
~ Poetry ~
PuisiJust a few poems. I'll write as much as possible. Some sad, some thoughtful. Okay mostly sad. Fun fact: Monster's Cage and Saviour were written for class.
