at this point do i,
give up.
let my dreams die?
let it all fade away.
just let go?
forget about my school.
leave everything untouched.
just fade?
or do i try,
to pick the pieces back up.
rebuild what is gone.
what was once beautiful.
for i am truly lost.
***
This poem specifically stood out to me. When i wrote it i was feeling a boatload of emotions. I was feeling nostalgic, and for me that's deadly. I used to be this golden boy. But recently i've found myself lost in the hell we call high school. I've always had high hopes to become this amazing high school student. The student body president who does it all. And i still have time, for i am still only a freshman. But those hopes have dwindled down. That wide eyed boy isn't in me anymore. For that spark is gone. My motivation is in some far off island. But do rebuild what is gone? That is the foundation of this poem. Whether to continue and bring that golden boy back to life. Or do i lay in the destruction of my own doing. For only time will know what i will do. But as one of my friends told me "you may not be able to turn into the person you once were. but you can always become the person you've always aspired to be". So with that advice i may grow into the person i've aspired to be. The person that wide eyed boy was striding for. Maybe that boy isn't completely gone, but lost in my mind.
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