I sit here by my bedroom wall
my back on stone, cold concrete
I stare at a future as bleak as the white wallpaper
peeling off the edge
Why is my worth
based off of a single sentence
the only referral to what I can or cannot do
I have plenty to offer
beyond the lines of A4 paper
And yet society scan these things
with cold eyes and cold minds
drawing a line to what I can or cannot do
And in the end,
I conform to those lines
tucking away the other sides of me
Feeling as though I have nothing to offer
for I do not fit within the boundaries
of those lines
Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 7:41 AM UTC
I sit here by my bedroom wall
my back on stone, cold concrete
I stare at a future as bleak as the white wallpaper
peeling off the edge
Why is my worth
based off of a single sentence
the only referral to what I can or cannot do
I have plenty to offer
beyond the lines of A4 paper
And yet society scan these things
with cold eyes and cold minds
drawing a line to what I can or cannot do
And in the end,
I conform to those lines
tucking away the other sides of me
Feeling as though I have nothing to offer
for I do not fit within the boundaries
of those lines
as a fresh graduate, it's hard finding a job because everything is so specific, I can't possibly fit those standards
