What am I doing?

What am I doing?

What am I doing?

I say I love this

and I like to think that I'm good at it

Am I?

I don't think so anymore

I forget to practice for lessons I dread

I get hyped up about sight reading but never put the work in

natural ability can only take me so far

and you can't be a natural at this

it has to be grown

it has to thrive and flourish

what am I doing with my life?

I need to step it up and I've said it before but

if I'm going to be there next year

be there be there

I am not right now

I am not not not not not NOT!

It's not a big deal but it will be soon

I can't just ride it out because I'm all high and mighty here

Vivaldi so what?

I'm not good enough

I'm not amazing

this isn't good enough

it's not amazing

What am I doing.

What

                  am

                                 I

                                                doing?

QueenBee

VT

14 years old

More by QueenBee

  • Festival

    Long day

    past where morning sun shines and into the dark huskiness of night

    fluorescent lights beating down 

    then flickering off

    a fanfare

    a reflection

    a redemption

  • Instincts

    Some things are just instinct

    like when I just ran to you

    as soon as I saw you

    and hugged you for -

    oh yeah -

    the first time

    very very platonic of course

    you're my big brother.

  • Flying solo

    Your solo is like sun shining through the clouds in my heart

    it's like a platonic ballad

    it's like you are playing

    through first loves

    and forbidden loves

    and grass in the summer

    and crunchy chips