{I kinda, sorta, maybe turned this into a song type thing}
They call me a rose,
But I just keep getting stabbed by my thorns.
They call me a gift,
But I wish I was never born.
They call me strong-willed,
But I just want to make them satisfied.
They call me a disappointment,
But at least I can say I tried.
I'm not who I want to be,
I'm just who you want me to be,
I'm not happy,
I just wanna make you proud
I'm not who I want to be,
I'm just who you want me to be,
I'm not not free,
I'm not me.
They tell me to try,
But I lost my will to live
They send their condolences,
But they have nothing more to give
I'm not who I want to be,
I'm just who you want me to be,
I'm not happy,
I just wanna make you proud
I'm not who I want to be,
I'm just who you want me to be,
I'm not not free,
I'm not me.
YOU ARE READING
Sea of Thoughts
PoetryJust some random short poetry I think of when I can't go to sleep, sad, or bored.
