Here I thought I was something profound, something with words worth saying, someone who could make a difference, yet here I sit, empty screened, wondering what about me specifically makes me so special? what about me should have the privlege to reach millions of people if on the right platform? What about you?
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How did you earn it?
Here I thought I could be a musician for myself, write lyrics, say interesting things, be237Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbXCQMnHay3
someone.
Instead of studying, instead of preparing for a life shaping exam tomorrow, I dwell on my boringness. My uninteresting personality. If I was a man, would I still be boring? Would I be mysterious? Plagued with personal questions about my character--237Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6ec3Gtk7JQ
Does that make me a selfish person? To worry so much about my character and how those around me percieve me? To assume everything is about me always? All eyes on me,
All eyes on me.
To be a woman is to perform. 237Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBu0dAG79Jc
But I'm not going to pretend I come up with something so profound -- I'm still trying to excuse myself for not studying. This is probably my worst poem yet but do you like how meta it is? They won't be studying this in classrooms. 237Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrIXhI0AP90
I can try and try to pretend to be someone I'm not, I'm not George Orwell or T.S. Eliot. I don't have interesting thoughts, I don't string words together in a beautiful way -- trapped in my stream of consciousness -- will you persevere? How much more self deprication can you handle from a stranger online? 237Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0cmdenRB2v
I forgot to take my antidepressants today.
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