I did not ask to be here.
I did not ask to struggle.
My life had not been my own.
I was born to follow a system.
A terrible one setting me to fail,
going through hoops of fire
waiting for the flame to catch me
like woods of branches and stems.
I did not ask to be here
but I am striving to get by.
I dream of a wondeful life
designed by me and not them.
Have you ever felt like you’re not in total control of your life? No matter how hard you try to break away from the society’s standards, you kind of just end up being a part of it?
For more poetry click here
To view blog series done on this site click: FEATURED COLLECTIONS
Discover new blogs to follow and sign up as well to include your blog click: BLOG DIRECTORY
Share your mental health story click: SHARE YOUR STORY HERE