Looking around, seeing everyone
I'm surprised I'm still not done
I want to be the one parents are proud of
I'm just a kid, I also want love
In order to be the best I can be
Without caring what anyone sees
It's finally time to break free
Who cares if they disagree
To break out of this shell
Not caring who they tell
That would be nice
But courage comes with a price
To leave everything behind
If only in my mind
Away to that paradise
Willing to sacrifice
Everything and everyone
So that I can just be done
YOU ARE READING
Taking a Stab at it.
PoetryI haven't really tried to write poems but due to recent events, I've decided to take a stab at it. Rhymes and near rhymes are my friends, just thought you should know. Most, if not all, of the poems Rhyme.
