Someday Poem by Wullien Thang

Maybe I'm not what people like
I don't have what people wants
I'm not even at least what I want.

I'm just walking through halls
and meeting people everywhere
feeling rejection is devastating.

Now I'm all exhausted
from trying to be or not being
for being what others expect;
but this game ended long ago.

I'm little by big steps
walking through changes
doing and getting done.

Now, I harvest things I don't want
I don't know my path
no one showed me nothing
I need to pass through;
force it, maybe, don't matter.

Exhausted from nothing
willing for so much
giving away life each time.