I write
But wouldn't call myself a writer
I write poetry
But wouldn't call myself a poet
Every time i think about moving on
I wish everything was otherwise
I wish high school lasted longer
What does college have to offer
Not my friends
Not my band
These times are confusing
And I wish this year
Could be like the last
But its not.
I must move on
It frightens me
Ideas for my writings
Are falling short
I need to just be able to talk freely
Maybe then my ideas
May come forth without me knowing
I hope so today
I begin my journey
To find myself in this world
Help me steady my feet.
We all need help standing
Every once in a while.
