Just Me

October 13, 2020

its not easy to admit, its not easy to say

i was raised to shine, not to decline.

I’m not perfect, there I said it.

try getting my parents to accept it.

I was molded into a successor, to out rank the rest.

the climb to the top was really my best.

I’m a disappointment, i know.

I was just an investment to my own.

“Why can’t you just finish? Why can’t you be like your friends?”

“Why can’t you just be normal? I didn’t ask for this”

I hear this almost everyday.

It’s just a reminder of my mistakes.

I know I’m not perfect, but I AM ME!

I am not as pretty as the other girls.

I am not as smart as they thought I was.

Yes, I didn’t finish college in four years.

Yes, I have a baby with no father.

Yes, I haven’t started my life.

But, But!

I am trying my best.

I am on my own clock.

I am on my own rules.

I am going to make a future.

I am not going to be a fool!

I am not perfect, but that is just me.

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