I feel like
I'm living
For someone else
Who?
It changes on the daily
It certainly
Isn't me
That's all I know for sure
I'm living for someone else
Just going through the motions
Doing things I'm not a fan of
But know other people enjoy
I do it for them
But why
If it is just a weight on me
If it just makes me exhausted
I'm living a life that is not my own
So others can live
Vicariously through me
This isn't my life
Isn't my town
I want to do something else
But it'd be letting all these other people down
Why did I agree
Did I ever agree?
I'm living someone else's life
I don't even recognize the face in the mirror
That isn't me
I'm not her
I want my life back
But how do I take over agency
Of something that never really was my own
I'm not living my own life
But I really wish I was
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
