Poem

De

F r e e

By Mariel Ferreras

I am afraid to try my best

To hustle, while everybody rests

As you might say it's all I can do 

Despite working so hard,

I'm still nothing close to you

I barely have ideas to find,

Ironic to have a busy mind

Often just distracted from reality

It's all happening before me

So in the future, what can I be?

I won't make a writer with my limited words

I also never learned to do any sports

And don’t even ask me about math

It’ll make me even more sad,

As if it’s the only problem I ever had.

I just spend my whole afternoon sitting,

Drawing pieces of middlings

But I can never say that it’s what I'm best at

For I'd stomp on my pride,

Believing, I have more to provide

It's the full extent I tried 

But I'm still afraid to be set aside

Now that it's all clarified

I have all these dull sides,

Yet nothing for your spotlight.

However, I learned that it’s okay

To be so mediocre as you say

‘Cos nothing comes in an easy way

For another day, I’m happy 

That I get to live amply

Life is but a mystery,

And I’ll work on my story

So I must set free

You—my thoughts

That has been speaking to me.