In a classroom
My mind goes blank
All the voices around me
Beating at my brain
Telling me to write
As that supposedly is who I am
I have been classified
In a glass case
As a writer
See when people hear that word
Most of my friends
Think of me
Sometimes I wish
I could be more than that
More than the cage they trapped me in
More than they pressure
Pounding in my head
Telling me to write
In a classroom full of words
That are unknown to my mind
I am told to write
I am told to write a chapter of my life
That changed me
Well, unfortunately
Nothing has changed me
That is interesting enough
For me to ink on a page
A page that had so much more potential
But instead
It received a bad story
About my boring life as a human
Always as a child
I've reminisced these fairytale books
Where I am able lose my head in
I become a character in a world
Better than our own
Stereotypical planet
My worries become theirs
Their thoughts become mine
And I am now free to be
Something more
Something more than a pressured writer
Because sometimes
All I want to do
Is escape this dream
I've wanted
This dream has turned rouge
I am now
Living
A nightmare
YOU ARE READING
Poetry From A Lost Girl
PoetryBecause lost people have as many shitty poems as you do.
