You wanna be pretty
You wanna be hot
You wanna be smart
And believe me, you're not
You wanna be funny
You wanna be kind
You wanna be loved
But there’s too much racing in your mind
Like why am I alive
Why can’t I change
Why am I always lost in space
Sometimes and I mean always I’m really feeling caged
When these thoughts come in packs
And I can’t think that fast to process it all would take me a life time and so far I’m barely even half done
Stuck in this body
Detached from my brain
These visions they free me
But also bring me pain
Those thoughts of a better life
Those thoughts of a different world
All imagination
All a fantasy
I try to step outside my body trying to flee
But I always fall
You wanna be all that
You wanna be the best
You want the most from this world
But all I want is death
About the Creator
Gabriela Coelho
Posting new poems twice a week😁
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.