Who says that I can only fit into 14 lines?
Who says that I can’t create my own designs?
The world tells me to choose just one thing
While I, just a girl, want to be a human being
My sorrows tower over me like a hurricane
While a little voice inside me dreams of things I’ll never attain
My overwhelming passion grows day by day
Whilst I sit and write a poem as if it’s child’s play
Reading, writing, analyzing, when do I stop?
Going around the world as if I am a prop
Stuck in this form that only gets in the way
When the truth is the only thing I’m trying to display
As you read this, you may think, What is wrong with this girl?
I’m just a kid who’s trying to make it through this wretched world.