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Destined for Greatness?

A poem about trauma and challenges

By Gren McClinticPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
Destined for Greatness?
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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

sad poetry

About the Creator

Gren McClintic

23 year old writer

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