Destined for Greatness?
A poem about trauma and challenges
Mom always said I was destined for greatness
Wanted me to skip several grades ahead
I never knew her meaning
But then I got this feeling staring at my white bedroom door
And I finally understood what she meant
My life was supposed to be so much better than this
If I wasn't burnt out by 7th grade maybe things wouldn't have gone amiss
Maybe if I wasn't so focused on feelings I didn't understand
I'd be well on my way to the promised land
I want to start new
I want to start fresh
I want to be happy
But I want to feel less
And I want to give them a second chance
So they can raise me better
Teach me to dance
Teach me to sing, crawl and walk
Better yet teach me how to fucking talk
I can't explain my feelings
I fumble even to repeat
I go into a blind panic
When walking on the street
Why am I so fucked up
What did I even do
I can't cope
I don't have a single clue
How I'm supposed to function
Or how I'm supposed to live
I just have nothing left
And I give, give, give
Because I don't want my friends
To feel like my parents did
I wasn't even planned
So of course I'm not perfect
When you're 23 and finally understand
How little your worth is
I just want to be better
But there's so many roadblocks
And I'm already limping
But I just want to walk
About the Creator
Gren McClintic
23 year old writer




Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.