We are much too young To worry this much About life All that we have to offer We carry around In a suitcase The size of a plum Yet we worry We will never be Good enough For them The Gods who control us Puppeteers in balcony seats We are just passengers In this brief carasoul Of a lifetime
This is a rough draft of a poem I am working on. I would love to hear some feedback so I can improve my work. Thank you lovelies xo