Wrong
I guess I was wrong...
Dead by April
I guess I was wrong because it's June now and I'm alive and kicking
This will be my year, wasn't a mistake on my part
just an outdated lie since this summer lies in ruins
well what can be done
I can't control the things around me
my words mean nothing at all
my actions are my plans always being bombarded so why try
How much room do I need to breathe, room enough to scream
I found my place in the world
I guess I was wrong since the world is a messed up place
and I'm just its mess, walking around in it
Am I the bad seed grown in the garden
am I the silent star crashing landing
for being kicked out of the cluster
am I the leftover flames from the fire, already put out
am I the one to change the world, destined for greatness
How will I know if I'm just a small town boy
just moping about my false hopes
When is it my time to evaporate
I've asked so many times
but I'd rather it be when I'm 83
since I want to see my children grow
a big dreamer who is only 16
I know my future
I guess I was wrong...
I guess I was wrong...
I guess I was wrong...
I guess I was wrong...
Copyright © Andrus Cassian | Year Posted 2016
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