I wanted to be a ballerina

pr3ttyshad0ws

I wanted to be a ballerina first.

But I was a chubby little girl and my family lived to far from anywhere that had a dance school.

I wanted to be an astronaut next.

But astronauts are scientists and science was too hard for me.

I decided I wanted to be a singer.

But my voice wasn't quite good enough for that.

So I thought I could be an artist.

But my art was never what I wanted it to be and I stopped drawing all together.

And now I'm really nothing.

A burnout.

A failure.

A dissapointment.

A faker.


All I wanted was to be a ballerina.

 

  • Author: Sad (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 20th, 2017 21:20
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 30
  • Users favorite of this poem: here, Emil Cerda.
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Comments2

  • here

    very relatable. I like how this is a statement and it comes full circle. this feels real and not dressed up for entertainment.

    • pr3ttyshad0ws

      Thank you, I appreciate that

    • Emil Cerda

      Eres importante, al menos para mí.

      • pr3ttyshad0ws

        I'm sorry, I don't speak spanish

        • Emil Cerda

          You're very important for me.



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