You laughed when I said I wanted to sing,
You cried when I said I wanted to join the army,
You yelled when I said I wanted to be a teacher,
You were silent when I said I wanted to be a nurse,
What will your reaction be to hear I want to write?
Not stories,
Poetry.
Odd poetry,
With almost no form.
My emotions,
On paper,
Not in my head,
No longer in my heart.
Maybe this is how I will run away.