Work In Progress

Sometimes I feel I can’t express

All the things I stress

I have to confess

I’m scared more or less

I may seem tough

Like my outer shell is rough

But underneath my exterior

I’m not so superior

I’m soft and vulnerable

A little bit uncomfortable

Because I’m not so discoverable

Nobody knows that I’m miserable

If there’s one thing I’ve learned

With my independence earned

Is that I always have myself

Can’t rely on anyone else

I value books and knowledge

Most don’t bother going to college

I’m always seeking the truth

Wanna find the fountain of youth

Waiting for the day

That my family’ll make way

And let me pave my path

Without a bloodbath

To believe in my dreams

Even if they seem extreme

Because I know I’ll be successful

I possess something special

A drive to be the best

Ultimately ready to invest

All my time toward success

While never forgetting

That I’m a work in progress

 

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I’m nobody and somebody at the same time.

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