Final Writings

Not Good Enough

I used to love to sing.
I wanted to make a career out of it.
Then I realized my friends were better.
I gave it up.
I then loved drawing.
I wanted to be an artist.
Then I realized my friends were better.
I love writing.
But nobody likes my writings.
Everything I loved, and wanted to make my job,
Was taken from me
When I realized I wasn't good enough.
People always showed me up.
And I'd never be as good as them.
I don't have a passion.
I tell myself I wanna be a nurse
But I'm probably not good enough for that.
It's not my passion.
I'm not smart enough.
And I don't think I could hold a life in my hands.
I wanna be in a band but I suck at bass.
There's no job for me.
No future.
So let's end it now.