I must admit I am quite compelled,
This path doesn't seem to fit me,
Wondering now if i can turn around,
Trying to make sense of this,
Intoxicated,
Oh these stories they kill me
With their happy endings & rich beginnings,
I thought we wrote our own life stories
Someone lied,
My biggest fear is being stuck,
In this society, what am I to do?
So many questions
& with 500 people on campus you'd think someone had an answer,
This rode is empty,
& I know it,
I'm just a small girl trying to find space in this big world,
And facing this reality is a big job,
Even the opportunities missed,
hold great impact on stories untold.
Understanding I have been mislead,
Taking it and killing it slowly at the source,
Then finding your way to the light,
Not being able to blend in because of the color of my skin,
With a soft echo saying,"One day i will understand"
As this path blows me in the direction of a plot I am to be put in,
Now all that's is left is prayer until the end.