THIS IS WHAT I PLAN TO DO

i stare at the sky in its pinks purples blues
i twirl my hair and i laugh like you do
but i'm still all alone, in the safety of my room
nobody knows what i plan to do.

i unleash a smile that's hid for so long
i sing along to my favorite song
i walk and i talk and i act just like you
this is what i plan to do.

i draw on my hands whatever's on my mind
i show it to friends who i've met just in time
to see how i am no lesser than you
everyone knows what i plan to do.

i wear clothes that finally feel like me
i inhale exhale and then simply just be
suddenly i'm not as much like you
this wasn't what i planned to do.

i think that just maybe i can be myself
instead of making you become so top-shelf
i let myself become so different from you
no longer planning what to do.

i make friends that i realize like me for me
not who i try in vain to be
i know i will always admire you,
but i don't have to be like you.

(this poem isn't really based on one person or thing in particular, more just different events that have happened over the course of my life that have helped me become the person i am today and learn how to be that person)

 

star

NH

15 years old

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