He's so perfect! He's a great guy to bring home, He has a fast, expensive car, he works at a good job, He's got his own backyard, a house all his own, He's got a lot of "decent" connections, He's always around to be a wisest leader, Loves to take you down if you failed inspections, He's just so perfect!
And so this is what "real love" is all about. *How unrealistic.
rants, rants, Sorry if I sound nuts. Just tired of these people everywhere in the west. But hey! That's California for you!
At age 8* my teacher would ask me what I wanted to be when I grow up, so I told her a fashion model. She laughed and wrote it on the board.
At age 9 I wanted to be a doctor along with half of my class.
At age 10 I wanted to be a teacher, they all told me it takes a lot of education and I would have to work hard in order to get there.
at age 11 I wanted to be an artist, they told me to pick something more realistic so I said a singer. They said to stop playing games and choose a job.
at age 12 I was pretty hooked on the idea of a singer, so I sang And I sang And I sang Until I believed that I was good enough to be famous.
at age 13 I was so confident about my singing Until I heard their voices. Most of the girls in my choir were reaching the high notes and their tones were so clear. I gave up on that dream. I knew I wouldn't be like them. So I began poetry. This was the year I wrote my first poem "nobody cares". I showed it to a few really close friends and my sister. They said it was really good, it got them emotionally and that was what I was aiming for. At first the poem was about 2 pages long but I cut it shorter every time I showed it people because they told me what parts didn't make sense to them. I took it as a way to improve my poem. So then I started posting it on quotev, and tumblr, and now hellopoetry. I wasn't expecting anybody to like it. I continued poetry and now it comes to me so easily, I can write poems like I'm writing my own name.
at age 14 I told my teacher I wanted to be a poet and he told me that "I needed to improve" At age 14 I didn't know what I wanted to be. Nothing was good enough Nothing was realistic enough Nobody gave me enough support to go with my dreams. At age 14 I decided that I wanted multiple jobs. I still haven't told anyone because I already know what they're going to say.
I'm not a poet I shouldn't claim the like Because a poet would know more About struggle and strife While I myself lay my head on a bed Some poets stay up all night Driving home their nails Into the coffin of conviction How dare I say I'm impaled. While others wrote beautifully on social issues or on love I sit and stare at the wall I churn out writings on things such as white struggles and heartache I'll write about the same boy over and over again with a different ad lib. I'll write about voices in minds I can't reach or begin to comprehend So tell me how I'm a poet, again? Because I can write a line and hit an enter key I somehow think I'm a cool *** thing. Nah man, I'm not a poet I'm a wannabe
I'm a wannabe thief. I want to steal things from you. Like a sweater or a shirt. A glance, a lighter, your glasses. To steal a kiss would make me the happiest man on Earth. But most of all I want to steal your heart... and never let go. But I'm just a wannabe.
In order to dance to the beat of your drum You must have a sense of rhythm. There's no use in hitting the beats on occasion Because you'll end up sounding the way everyone does. Just like them.
In order to wear the clothes no one does You must have a sense of style. There's no use in clashing your patterns or prints Because that's a fashion and so in the end you'll be Just like them.
But there are only so many beats you can play Only so many colours in the rainbow There's no possible way you can be so different Because you are doing the very thing that makes you the same. You're trying so hard to be the person no one understands The person who's a mystery, who's just so different That in doing it you've only become Just like them.