Opportunities present themselves

And you must seek opportunities

And your so bright

And you’ll succeed

And they don’t know

The opportunities?

They present themselves until theyre

 All that’s left.

And then

Me.

A husk of a child.

The opportunity crushing me

The “such a bright young man” crushing me

I am a boy. 

Whos a girl.

Whos so bright.

And won’t live past 20.

I ask why. Why. Why. Why.

I do things I love.

but I hate them. For I am a child first and foremost. But my future is trying to chop me down.

like a tree in a forest.

and when I fall? 

what will those around hear.