What makes me happy is what I deny
I sit I stare
I want to die
That’s why I cry
That’s what keeps me up at night

I blame it on my ADD
And a loss of creativity
But what I really want to do is write
about what’s truly unachievable

I want to write about some peace and quiet
I want to write about respect
I want to write about something that
I don’t already know all the answers to

I want to love someone
And let them know how I feel
I want to dry all those teary eyes
With meaningful words
Read from my soul
And written on a page
torn from my tattered notebook

I want to mold my identity
into something worthy of my words
I want to smile and look at the sky
Instead of feeling angry
that no one answers any my prayers

I want to see my work in museums
Or on a gallery wall
I want to live my life
so that everyone will know it

I don’t like wasting time
But is it wasting time
To question the meaning of your existence
Instead of improving your grades

I want to show my peers what it means
To focus on the future
I want to lead a conversation that is more real
Than my smile

I guess only time will tell
If all my hopes and dreams
Will ever mean a thing
To anyone

I hope they do
Cause I’ve got nothing
to focus on but them