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When I was 5 I wanted to be a doctor Until I realized I cried every time I needed a shot Winced when I saw someone fall And wanted to ***** when I saw blood. When I was 7 I wanted to be a veterinarian Until I realized I was more connected to animals Than I was to humans And I cried every time my dog so much as limped. When I was 10 I wanted to be a teacher Until I realized I could never let my students go And would be too concerned about what they’re going through That I wouldn’t even know what to teach them. When I was 13 I wanted to be a lawyer Until I realized I shook every time something bad happened And if I ****** at arguing with my brother How could I argue for someone’s future? When I was 15 I wanted to be a CEO Until I realized people would have to know my name And I’d have to tell them what to do When I didn’t even know what I was doing. When I was 17 I wanted to be an author Until I realized I couldn’t even read my own work Let alone let my family and friends read it Let alone let strangers read it. When I’m grown up All I really want to be Is so content with where I’m at That I don’t need to look too far in the future. When I grow up I just want a roof over my head A job I love And a family that loves me. When I grow up I don’t care what I’m doing Or where I am As long as I’m happy.
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Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
When I Grow Up
When I was 5 I wanted to be a doctor Until I realized I cried every time I needed a shot Winced when I saw someone fall And wanted to ***** when I saw blood. When I was 7 I wanted to be a veterinarian Until I realized I was more connected to animals Than I was to humans And I cried every time my dog so much as limped. When I was 10 I wanted to be a teacher Until I realized I could never let my students go And would be too concerned about what they’re going through That I wouldn’t even know what to teach them. When I was 13 I wanted to be a lawyer Until I realized I shook every time something bad happened And if I ****** at arguing with my brother How could I argue for someone’s future? When I was 15 I wanted to be a CEO Until I realized people would have to know my name And I’d have to tell them what to do When I didn’t even know what I was doing. When I was 17 I wanted to be an author Until I realized I couldn’t even read my own work Let alone let my family and friends read it Let alone let strangers read it. When I’m grown up All I really want to be Is so content with where I’m at That I don’t need to look too far in the future. When I grow up I just want a roof over my head A job I love And a family that loves me. When I grow up I don’t care what I’m doing Or where I am As long as I’m happy.
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Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
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