Fate
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
