I'm so done being fucked up.
I'm so done writing similes and metaphors
For my real problems that actually
Need real fucking answers.
I'm so done walking non asphalt with bare feet,
Smiling at the beating sun.
I'm so done staring at clocks that say 5:03 P.M.
And I'm so done hearing the scratching
Of my 0.9 led pencil.
I'm tired, undone by the fact I live abnormally.
I try so hard to be like everyone else,
And yet you want my individuality.
I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE.
The me you want to succeed isn't the me
I know will fail.
I'm so done playing your puppet.
I'm so done of this structured life.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
