What makes me happy is what I deny
I sit I stare
I want to die
That’s why I cry
That’s what keeps me up at night
I blame it on my ADD
And a loss of creativity
But what I really want to do is write
about what’s truly unachievable
I want to write about some peace and quiet
I want to write about respect
I want to write about something that
I don’t already know all the answers to
I want to love someone
And let them know how I feel
I want to dry all those teary eyes
With meaningful words
Read from my soul
And written on a page
torn from my tattered notebook
I want to mold my identity
into something worthy of my words
I want to smile and look at the sky
Instead of feeling angry
that no one answers any of my prayers
I want to see my work in museums
Or on a gallery wall
I want to live my life
so that everyone will know it
I don’t like wasting time
But is it wasting time
To question the meaning of your existence
Instead of improving your grades
I want to show my peers what it means
To focus on the future
I want to lead a conversation that is more real
Than my smile
I guess only time will tell
If all my hopes and dreams
Will ever mean a thing
To anyone
I hope they do
Cause I’ve got nothing
to focus on but them