My Poetry

Escapism, productivity, and general confusion

Everyone has ways in which they escape,

A place where you aren't affected by the decisions that you make,

A place one can go where it all isn't just too much,

Something, Someone, Somewhere that you depend on for love,

Maybe its a book, or a friend, or a show,

Everyone has places that they leave here to go.

The comfort of a friend maybe, their hugs, their words,

That person that you trust when everything hurts,

The someone you never feel the need to impress,

With this person you don't always have to be at your best.

Maybe its a movie you watch again and again,

You know the characters better than you know most of your friends,

Maybe its a tv series or a Netflix show,

You can watch their lives unfold when you are feeling low.

Maybe it's reading, each book something new,

Every story a reminder that life's problems are relative too,

Each character a stranger, but quickly much more,

The words on the page a home you adore.

Sometimes in life, you forget how to feel,

And these things remind you of love and what's real,

You understand them better than you know you,

This is where you go when you don't know what to do.

Do we escape the sun just to dance with the stars?

Or do we leave the light cause we hate to see who we are?

In life, we are always expected to try,

Try our best, try to change, try not to cry,

Do we work cause we are expected to, for others or just for us?

Why is it that we always feel like we must

Get up and get something done even when we don't feel ok,

We feel pressure to be like, "I'm fine" even when it's a lie that we say.

We are given grades for classes that don't matter,

Work to fit a perfect body when it shouldn't matter if you're fatter,

Work hard on mindless busywork, feel bad when we don't get an a,

We are expected to do this and that even when we can't get through the day.

Maybe we work for external validation,

For someone else's approval, to deserve celebration,

Maybe we are so unable to fully accept us,

We don't think we deserve love, so we overwork, we feel we must.

Maybe we work for money or for our own sake,

Productivity makes us feel proud, makes us fully appreciate

Our value in this world, you matter and so do I,

So today take a break from the checklist in front of your eyes.

Sometimes in life, you simply need to rest,

You need to sleep, need to stop studying for that test,

If doesn't matter why your work, or where, you still deserve to pause,

You are not lazy just because you slept instead of reading about laws.

Do we work to succeed, to feel proud, to escape the stereotypes that are our jailors?

Or do we simply work because we are overwhelming scared of failure?