AM I CONFUSING YOU?

A free verse poetry about confusion and. . .I don't really know. HAHA!

"And step three began when I realized that I didn't have to write poems that were indignant, if that's not what I was. There were things that were specific to me, and the more that I focused on those things, the weirder my poetry got, but THE MORE IT FELT LIKE MINE." �" Kay, Sarah

“What’s your goal in life?”, she asked

To be successful

To be famous

To be admired

To thrive

That’s what they said.

What about me?

 

I’m sorry, I lied

Those were what I had in mind

Seems impossible? Or possible?

I didn’t know, all I knew was that I could be anything

What a cruel joke

 

Proud, arrogant

I’d been slapped by the cold hand of Reality

Like what my block’s president had said

 

Up until now, I think Reality’s still slapping me

Or trying to

I don’t feel anything

Want to know why?

For He slapped me numerous times that I became numb

There were times when I would stare straight ahead and ponder,

“Am I worth it?”

“Will I be what I want to be?”

 

Teenage problems, huh?

We think we know everything but in reality

We’re just babes

Attempting to make sense of love and power

But what do we know about those?

We’re babes!

Stop thinking too hard

We’re sixteen

Stop being histrionic, sigh

 

I’m sorry, I lied again

Main goal in life?

To find true love.

 

That came out of nowhere

Goals, reality, teenage problems then love

Am I confusing you?

Really? I’m confusing myself either

I’m using past and present tenses here

I don’t think that’s possible but, who cares?

This is my poetry

Or tirade

See? Teenage problems

Author's Note

Inspired by Sarah Kay, the greatest poet in my opinion.
Free Verse - tends to follow the rhythm of natural speech
Don't be harsh, please! I was. . . experimenting?
Be nice, I'm only sixteen! Thank you!