What will I have to show

I don't force myself to be happy anymore.

Sometimes it's too much effort.

Sometimes I think it's okay to be sad.

Sometimes I just don't.

 

I often repeat to myself that I'm very young, so

I still have a lot of things on this earth to see.

I haven't had a steady job yet

No one's asked me on a date.

I've graduated high school,

but college, graduate school, what then?

 

And even if I wanted ot believe I was young,

oh so very young,

I've already lived just a bit less than a quarter of my life expectancy.

20 years have passed, and what do I have to show for it?

 

And even after I die, will I have done something useful?

Will my legacy live if my name doesn't?

 

I have the ability to be sad because I am young.

I'm not at that age where life passes you,

and takes away anything you don't appreciate enough in the present.

 

I love my school, my teachers, myself,

but I'm desperate now to show that I do something.

 

I want to be sad becuase it shows I can feel.

This poem is about: 
Me

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