So, I'm 17 years old. My goal is to travel the world. I dance my life away, write poems (some are posted), and I'm very awkward. So overall, I'm just another girl.
Desire, want, wish, & dream
All of these aren’t what they seem,
They’re easy, they’re quick,
They’re just what you want,
Fantasy of the mind, conceived by one’s thoughts
Unrealistic, untrue, too conventional
people aren’t all that exceptional
They’re moody, they’re rude,
They do what they want
And everyone else is developed by their own thoughts
Truth, reality; pain, hurt
Significantly different
Yet somehow they work
Melted and mixed into one consistent world
Where people will help you reach the sky
Then toss you down to the earth.