I watched as others passed
Never really giving them a second thought
Never once thinking that they cared
Nor that I cared for them
But this isn’t sad,
Because they never really seemed important to me
Wasting your life on something unimportant is ridiculous
Finding something worth living for is what living is for
Someone there you long for and want nothing in the world more than them.
But this isn’t about love either.
This is about a him.
And it never was love.
It was a mutual agreement between people who suddenly seemed “important”.
I’m talking about marriage
Never again will this seem important to me.
But again, this isn;t about marriage.
This is about finding myself.
Why I’m here, wanting to write this.
Wanting to seem like I have something important to say
Something worth remembering
Why couldn’t I have writing ability with an equal level to J.K. Rowling?
I want to be them, to have what they have
To be showered with fans and appreciation for my passion
But this also can be refering to theatre
But now, right now, it’s about writing.
And I’m afraid I’m not good enough.
Do you agree?
Have you ever felt this way about ANYTHING?
If you haven’t, you’ve never been afraid before
Never been in mortal terror
I pity you.