Seventeen Dreams Poem by Jessy Liz

It's just a dream and it's too far away
You're seventeen and you're wasting every day
A few more years and you're out of the game
Magazines and movie scenes are as close as you'll make

Look in the mirror and you still come up short
No matter the view you find a way to distort
Can't even withstand your own report
Must be a mistake of some sort

Well you can beg and can plead but you'll still wonder why
You can't stand yourself at the end of the night
And late in the dark, atop your pillow you'll cry
But the truth is that you never tried