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Following what I was sent to do,
Without a choice, this is how it must be.
I can’t say I enjoy my everyday,
But I don’t really think that’s what you see.
Throwing on a fake mood to throw you off,
Walk out the door and I’m on my way.
Just because I’m good at what I do,
Doesn’t mean I want to stay.
Money is the only thing that matters,
I learned that a long time ago.
But if I told you, I’d surely mess up,
I just wish I could let you know.
This is going to be my whole life, isn’t it?
Trapped and unsatisfied, tied and caged.
But it’s too late now, I didn’t open my mouth,
Slowly losing my dreams I saved.
But of course, only the score on my test,
Shows just how good I am.
Even if the gears stopped ticking,
It seems like even I couldn’t give a damn.
“I hate it, I hate this place so much,”
But I couldn’t say such a thing out loud.
Just like always, I find a way to hide,
Because I know I’ll never make a sound.
Walking through with a dull view,
And waiting, begging for the day,
Where I can leave this place,
To come sooner.
Copyright © Frisk Carris | Year Posted 2017
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