Young
I had all these ideas of what it meat to be 24
I thought things would just fall into place and I wouldn't give it much thought.
but you're still so young they said; their words not enough to take away the feelings of disgust anguish and worry.
I had my own confusion masked with thoughts of grandeur and illusion.
I feel like a carbon copy of who they want me to be
I've lost the original me.
Sorry for being aloof
I think it best,
sorry for being away I need to take a rest.
Copyright © Jessica Ross | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment