I want my words to reach the world...
For my poems to be explained in English classes, years from now.
I want my stories to be fangirled over,
For people to feel loved when they disappear into my world.
But I realize, in this planet of millions,
That thousands of people have the same thoughts.
Hundreds of them may have skills, better than mine,
And the potential to move millions.
I want to reach the broken ones.
The ones that I know will understand.
I want to reach the drifting people,
Who keep considering to take the gun.
I would gladly take the bullet for you.
If that means my words help you grow,
If you decide to turn from your path of wrongdoings,
Maybe help others yourself, too.
The people around me are infinite,
And I know not them all.
I wonder if I even know the ones I think I know;
Is my knowledge about them really accurate?
There are artists, hundreds of them.
Dreamers with fire and passion in their eyes!
They have skills, which might be better than mine.
Each one of them; a precious gem.
My skills are outstanding for my age, that much I am confident.
And also that more prodigies do exist.
I idolise my favourite authors and poets.
And hope to, in the world of literature, leave my own accent.
I write; to fulfil my need to express my feelings.
I write, because I care.
I write to defy and escape reality
Society's binds do not control the world of my writing
I write; for I do not understand
The basic laws of socialising
This is the only way I can show the people who the geek is
And I wonder, what if they misunderstand?
What if I show my work to a close one?
And they decide I'm just showing off?
What if, I pour my heart to them,
And they decide, our friendship is done?
What if I show my creations to the world,
Only to be pushed aside and be left in the crowd?
As they applaud a masterpiece better than mine,
And my art slowly gathers dust?
This feeling of mine, of being unidentified is called a 'Sonder'.
It means I feel there are thousands of people, lives inconsistently complex.
Each one of us has a world of our own.
This thought is one I often ponder.
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