All the poems and scribbles and pain
On disgraced scraps of paper
so caught up
I thought they'd last

But all that it brings is a disappointment
My spark fades
No bright light seen

All I feel is ashamed and stupid
When I read and reread
And let winter overtake green

I used to take pride in a life free of regrets
But I get myself hung up
how many things I'd change

And I tried to fit inside a box
All now so cliche
how many things I'd change

I thrived on being just like him
Just like her
Changing who I am
Changing what I want to be

But my eyes have cleared
I see the cliches
and now I'm free.
I'm dropping this scene.