
Who am I?
Just a kid trying to figure out life.
It's scary the future is scary.
I'm thinking, who am I, and what do I want?
So many options, yet so little choices.
Every day is a struggle, wondering how to succeed. College and a job, or something different?
The world is a scary place, and time is moving fast.
Sometimes I feel like if I take a break, I'm wasting an opportunity to succeed too much focus on success can make me sad and depressed.
I overthink pursuing what I really want, not just what society says. Life's a rat race, but I don't want to be part of it to be the top gun and the richest out there.
I want to be rich in other things like happiness, finding good friends, a rich life with rich moments that can't be bought by materialistic things.
I just want a simple, happy life with memories, love, and goals I enjoy.
So, who am I really?
Just a kid thinking about life.


Comments (1)
I hope all that you want would one day come true! Loved your poem!