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Reanna Barth Poem
As I lay Here Dying
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As I lay here dying
I set myself up for failure
I try my best
Is it going to be good enough?
I try my best
But, there is still judgment
I have not reached my potential
Who decides what my potential is?
I have not reached my potential
What am I doing?
Is it right?
Who is the judge of me?
My piers,
My teachers,
My parents,
Strangers?
Why do I care what they think?
What gives them the right to judge me?
What makes them so special?
Society?
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I look at Facebook,
I look at Twitter,
I look at Instagram,
I check my Snapchat,
When I hear the ding
My pulse starts to race
I am happy,
I am, happy?
It makes me happy,
It fills the void,
I think?
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Everyone is doing it,
Its normal,
Its how I talk to my friends,
I can’t stop.
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As I lay here dying
Copyright © Reanna Barth | Year Posted 2016
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