*wasting Away* Poem by Brayden Barratt

Wasting away.
waiting for something,
something to happen in this miserable thing
we call life.
Why must I always wait?
Maybe that is why I'm wasting away
staring into this colorful screen.
I'm wasting away in my life,
but I don't want to be just another
face in the ear book.
I want to be known for something great.
Yet I don't know how to do that while
I'm wasting away into this couch,
staring at a colorful, flashing screen.
Will any one remember me?
will they remember who I am or what I've done
or am I fading away into that picture in the yearbook?
I will be great!
I wont just waste away
I will become someone,
Not just that face in the
yearbook
I'm waiting for something but what?
am I waiting for someone? or something?
So while I'm waiting for nothing
I shall waste away into this couch
with the people I care about
Around me.
and let everyone else just waste away.