My Truth

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 15, 2016

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Submitted: May 15, 2016

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When greatness is wasted it hurts --
It hurts to think I was made just for this.
To reside in basement ,
Living paycheque to paycheque,
Drowning in debt ,
Gaining weight while eating chips sitting on this couch
--wasting these moments of my life.
Is it my choice ?
Yes and No.
Yes I choose to wallow ,but if I had money I would choose something else.
I would choose a life of adventure.
I would go out with my real friends who live across the country.
I would go sightseeing in Paris and learn their native tongue
...but that's not the case. 
 
No, I don't choose to be oppressed by the modern joys of technology,
I don't choose to be single because men are disgusting products of 21st century gimmicks.
I don't choose this life where I can to be free ,but live within limitations.
I'm just so done with a world that contains so much greatness ,but that greatness is only available to few.
I want to see it for myself.
I don't want to live vicariously though the internet. 
I don't want to imagine what it would be like or maybe only see it when I'm 101 years old. 
 
There is greatness in the world and my greatness should be allowed to intertwine with it -creating something so spectacular you can't even picture it. 
Like a scene in a movie that never ever happens in real life.
A moment that can never be recreated because I'm me and that mountain is greatness.
 
The "Monday to Friday Me" not leading the life I want because I'm forced "to do what I have to do" to live a sub-par life.
 
That's more than 70% of my life wasting away in the confines of a palace of despair.
Leaving only 30% "to do what I want to do" within the limits of my pocket book.
 
Growing up my mom always told me I could be anything I wanted
to be ,but she left out reality.
 
The ones who make it, they are the lucky or as some call them, the chosen ones.
 
I like to think I'm choosen too ,but where is the proof?
I feel the greatness within just bubbling...
I try to escape it because failure hurts too much--
but it won't die. 
Why would God bestow greatness upon me for me to live in this state forever?
I refuse to believe he gave me these gifts for no reason ,but at the same time he won't tell me where I'm going ...probably because I would disagree and go running in the opposite direction...have I mentioned I have a problem with authority?
 
I just know this isn't it.
But then why does it always feel like the end?


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