Poetry of a lost teen

my story

I live this day in fear of the next
Open a book clear your throat read the text
I dont know why I'm here
Neither do I care
I guess this is my story
No time to spare
The way I live my life now
Shall build my future
My face my heritage and even my culture
There all me
And who I am
I'm writing a story for who I'll be
Though one day it all ends they'll bury me
And so if my story one day comes to an end
I'd like to know I fought
And so on my effort i depend
~H1