when i turned 13, i thought everything was going fine
and that my life, my choices, my decisions
were all mine
but as i grew i came to realize
life snatches up your dreams as quickly as a change of a tide
and instead of holding onto hope you instead meet hope's demise
my path crumbled and as it did i fell
and as i gathered all the pieces
i knew the story of myself that i had wished to tell
had succumb to being choked by all life's leashes
now at 19, i know my fate isn't only mine to decide
but i long to once again make hope a friend
and stomp on all life's lies
i want to be my own again
and begin to sort through all my chaos
in order to begin to mend
YOU ARE READING
where tears may fall.
Poetrywords unspoken and lost, skittering away to plant themselves on paper. i'd love to hear feedback [it may or may not be vital for my self esteem]; thanks for taking the time to read my sad, silly thoughts. [lowercase intended.]
