Embody fictional characters exquisitely with my poetry,
But I was just reliving my past.
I told them thank you and to have a good day,
But I was just looking back at myself.
There's this girl.
She wants nothing more than to be a superstar,
She wants to experience the thrill,
And experience of the high life.
But you see,
She meets another girl,
She slowly starts to fall in love.
All she wants is to help her.
She is willing to do anything for her,
Even give up her dreams of living in bliss.
So she gives up her dreams of being a superstar,
And to replace it she chooses psychology.
Everything comes easy to her,
She thinks she found herself.
As she studied, she helped countless people,
And she got burnt out, and gave up her dreams yet again.
Then, there comes another girl.
This time she reminds the psychologist of the delicate words on the page,
And she starts writing poetry.
She indulges herself within her love, because it will never die out.
Until it does.
The girl that just wanted to become a superstar,
The girl that wanted to and still wants to help people,
The girl that wants to be called a poet,
She relies on her past mistakes and experiences,
Because it's the only emotion she knows.