Poem Not where I belong


Help! I’m trapped in my head. At this trap of a job, feeling like I’m in the wrong place. Doing the wrong thing. My passion is positioned inappropriately. I’m not doing the things I’m supposed to be. I keep coming here knowing it doesn’t satisfy me. Looking online seeing people that might be happier than me. I don’t mind busy, but busy minds me. I can’t find other words to describe this, just… this shit is no longer me. I have a fierce and overwhelming desire to be free. I recognize that I’m surrounded by individuals that don’t understand me. Isolated by my ambitions, blinded by my bills. Letting old standards of purpose leave me stagnant, depressed. Voicing my dreams to the wrong individuals, knowing they can’t help. Crying when the rare recognize that I shouldn’t be here. Shackled by fears of imperfection, loss, and abandonment. I don’t want to be selfish. I don’t want to be too consumed with me. But I do want to live out a different story. Tired of giving my gifts to non believers. Tired of putting my passion to spare time, while I’m drained by this job. Tired of their doubt, self doubt, and getting tapped out, by the 9 to 5. Help. Im trapped in my head. Trapped in this work. Closing my eyes and daydreaming about my true work.

Published by ArtistTRocker

Unconventional, unique, curious, ambitious, determined. I have a strong mind and working on a strong body. I love color. Colors in my outfits and colors in my art.

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