My Only Shot at Success

As a child,
Mind always wondering

Who am I,
Who am I gonna be

Be happy
Or make money

Be a doctor,
Be a teacher,
Be a lawyer

Or be me,
Be an interior designer

Making houses,
Homes

Just because
My parents
Didn’t complete their
Dreams

Didn’t mean I couldn’t.

Be the first
To follow through

Live the life
I have
Always
Wanted.

Money always
An issue

Doing the best
They
Could.

Making me
Want to do
Better

Doing all I can
To making my
Dream come true

Not be a failure
In their eyes.

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741