I'm here,
But just a little
Lost
I have my future planned,
I have my dreams,
I have my goals
And I'm working towards them everyday.
But why?
Why?
Does it all feels so unreal?
Why did I dream all those goal?
Why do I want to achieve those goals?
For who?
YOU ARE READING
S.h.e
PoetryS.H.E Words of a teenager, Emotions colliding against her freewill. Her screams, No one seems to hear. Are you willing to?
