Being Myself

I wake up every morning,
And make a big fuss.
God! Why is my life so monotonous?

I’m just an ordinary girl,
Trying to find my place in this extraordinary world.

I m just a mediocre, I don’t do that well.
Now, that’s just a part of being myself.

I want to sing, dance and scream like I’m high!
I need someone to dry my eyes.

The life I’ve got is just one,
Can’t I have some good, clean fun?

My dad always asks ‘When are u going to spend your time rite?’
My mom yells ‘What are you going to do with your life?’
All this pressure makes me want to scream,
I wish to live all my dreams,
I want to feel like I have been to the extreme.

I’m bored of being good,
I’m always misunderstood.
I’m a waste of my parent’s money and everyone’s time.
I want to end my pointless life.

Only the lucky ones are born perfect,
I can’t take anymore of this shit.
I just wanna run and quit.

So tired of being taught stuff we’ll never use.
Why can’t we learn the lessons that WE choose?
Be it home or school,
I make my own rules.

I just wanna shout out loud.
I’m so alone in this crowd.
My sky is full of black clouds.

I want to throw away all my cares,
Life is way too unfair.

Nothing in my life is okay,
I wanna let go of everything and run away.

People say im boring and dull,
I can’t help it my life is hell.
My views are narrow, my feelings shallow and my poetry, sad.
You don’t like it? Well, too bad!

There’s no reason for me to be alive,
But I want to try and survive.
I hope that my sun will shine again.
There’s always a rainbow, after the rain.