Inside Voice
Following my dreams around
like a sad-faced puppy.
Every time I take a break
ambition pokes me in the ribs.
"You're better than this. You can do better.
You could really be special."
All I've ever wanted
was to be like everyone else.
Failed miserably.
Just let me be me.
Whoever that is.
April 16, 2016
prompt: time out poem
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