Fate

Tue, 02/25/2025 - 17:50 -- Giana.c

I've always dreamed of being something,

But my ambitions are shot down into nothing.

"Working on cars sounds fun-"

Your a girl, it can't be done.

"Maybe there are animals to take care of-"

You can't even take care yourself with love.

"How about I teach-"

How many times do I have to preach!

You can't be a thing,

The only thing you bring,

Is everyone else a sting.

So stop.

Your prone to flop. 

What can I be in a world of hate,

I guess god decides my fate.

This poem is about: 
Me

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