Can'T Happen Here - Poem by Josh Burnett
I look to the future and I know what I want to be and what I want to do with this life.
But you keep looking at me with the piercing eyes, and do not believe I can succeed.
I try to take a step forward, but you turn around on me and push three steps backward.
I try to make you understand that this is for the better of me, but you can only laugh.
Your head is shaking at me as I begin to try to stand, but you throw me to the side.
I’m so tired of fighting your stupid words out of my mind that I don’t listen anymore.
My eyes burn as I try to bury how I feel afraid that you will try to take it away from me.
I dream of what this life could be without all of your doubt and sarcasm you throw at me.
But in that dream you appear with a pointing finger in my direction.
Take a step backward and sit looking at me mocking me for what I want to be.
You never once believe I will accomplish all of my dreams so keep pointing.
As I realize that my dreams can’t happen here it’s my fear that you keep screaming.
Take a step but not in my direction you might as well go away because I won’t listen.
I sit outside listening to you scream from inside, but my mind is full with accomplish.
You don’t think I’ll never be what I want to be because you never could be
What you wanted to be, so stop screaming at me and leave me here to sit thinking.
Thinking of what the future could hold, I hope it’s near, because I can’t fight anymore.
You’re breaking me grinding my flesh and bones into dust, my mind is turning into rust.
I sit here listening to you as I rot away, my mind is full of crud and decay.
As the night drags on turning into day, I just want to pick up and fly away.
Your words are poison to my heart, and you’re breaking me apart.
You can’t think for a second that you can turn around and expect me to forgive you.
That link of trust is broken and my sleeves are soaked up in my tears from wiping my eyes.
I sit back and just ask myself why can’t you just let me be the person that I want to be.
I’m doing just fine and I hope that one day you will see all the talent you held back.
For so many days I’ve wonder when I will see the sun in the sky.
Take a step backward and sit looking at me discriminating me for what I want to be.
You don’t believe that I can reach all of my dreams with just a blink of an eye.
I realize that my dreams can’t happen here so I’m taking a step and walking away.
And you can ask yourself why I step in the direction and walked away.
I won’t ever be this weak again, you won’t ever beat my mind in until I can’t think.
The drums beat ever still through my life, the strings strum ever in my heart.
You think you can tear me down, but you won’t ever get a chance to tear me apart.
I’m sick and tired of trying to make you see, trying to make you believe in me.
I’m sick of trying to make you accept me for what I am and what I want to be.
This cannot possibly happen here, because of you and what you’ve you done.
I’m tearing myself away and shedding the soft skin and my mind won’t be affected.
Go ahead and scream, point, say I can’t do it and won’t ever make it through.
I’m done stepping up and playing those small child like games.
I’m done playing ring around me and I’m going to break free and walk away.
So just come down off the cloud you get so high on.
And stop trying to break me down, because I’m not listening anymore.
Take a step backward and leave yourself away from me, and let everything be.
I’m so tired of all the excuses that you make up of trying to help me.
I’m telling you now that I don’t need your help and I want to keep it that way.
So back off of my shoulders and let me dream of what I want to be.
And I’m screaming to you that it can’t happen here because of you.
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