chosen one

I want my destiny

Given in my hand like a trophy.

I want to know what I'm made for,

Right now, I feel empty. 

 

Everyone else has their purpose,

And they just seem to fit. 

Why am I left sitting on the bench,

Waiting for a bus that'll never come?

 

I once dreamt of a fantasy world,

Where I would be "the chosen one"

I would hold my sword up high,

And be the ultimate role model. 

 

Now I feel unfit

To be in such a world. 

It's like I'm living a lie

Finally finding my purpose. 

 

Can I give away my destiny?

Can I avoid it somehow?

Maybe they can see that I don't deserve

To be their chosen one. 

izz_midnight

NH

16 years old

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    Ask for help

    They tell you,

    But when you do,

    They refuse to give it,

     

    Be yourself

    They chant,

    But when you try,

    You're told to hide away. 

     

  • flicker, flicker

    The light flickers in my bedroom

    as I brush my hair;

    I remember that theory that it’s someone dead trying to speak to you,

    I’m sure it’s just a thing from movies.


    The light flickers again in the bathroom