When I Grow Up

In first grade

The teacher stared right at me

And asked,

"What do you wanna be when you grow up?'

And I thought,

"What a stupid question."

~ ~ ~

I write for myself.

But...

Who am I?

Really?

I'm that voice in you head

That tells you to never give up.

I'm the emo girl

Who hates her life.

I'm the popular girl

Who holds onto vanity.

I'm the innocent child

Holding onto unrealistic expectations.

I'm the teacher

Who asks stupid questions.

I'm the girl next door

Left to survive in the background.

I'm the celebrity

Who you'll never be as great as.

I'm the rebel

With dyed hair and holes in my face.

I'm the daydreamer

With secret beauty isolated from the world.

I'm the hospital patient

Living just to die.

I'm the failure

Forgotten like yesterday's news.

~ ~ ~

I'm depression,

A silent killer.

I'm anger,

A spontaneous killer.

I'm jealousy,

A fearful killer.

I'm regret,

An antagonizing killer.

I'm fear,

An imaginary killer.

I'm pain,

The bullets in a killer's gun.

~ ~ ~

I am me, 

The only one,

The only kind,

The original.

I am you,

The only one,

The only kind....

But you're the original.

I am us,

Not the only one,

No the only kind,

We are original.

~ ~ ~

So, dearest teacher,

If I could see you again one day,

I would finally answer your question

"I want to be myself when I grow up."