I’m not who I wanted to be

Everyday, there is a struggle.
A struggle to get up,
To go to school,
It’s a struggle I lose more than I win.
That is probably why I’m failing.

With that, I’ve come to the realization that,
Despite everything,
All the help,
All the effort to feel okay,
There’s one thing that can’t be changed.


I’m not who I wanted to be.
Not even close.
I wanted to be good at school, sports, a hobby or two.
Just Anything.
Just be successful at anything.

I’ve come to realize that is not my destiny.
My destiny is who I am.
I have to live with that.

And with that I keep failing in my struggle.

Like I’m destined to.

Reviews

[PonQo]

I struggle with this feeling sometimes too. It's a process, so I wish you luck with that process. I wanted to tell you I really like the extra space you put between "can't be changed" and "I'm not who I wanted to be." The empty space in the middle of the poem made me think of the feeling of emptiness I get when I fail to live up to my own expectations.

You were good at writing this poem. That's a start