I Want to be a Rockstar

Photo by Austin Neill

5/31/22

I want to be a rockstar.

I’ll settle for a viral tik tok.

I want to scream into a crowd.

Moving with them as one entity of energy.

A giant force to be reckoned with.

A power of love.

I want to be home.

But where is home?

The childhood home I keep dreaming about?

Or the one with all my stuff?

Perhaps the one that’s in my heart and soul.

I’m so tired of control.

Being controlled.

Trying to control.

Always sending a list of expectations to God.

As if I’m the one in charge.

I want to be enlightened.

But sometimes I’m a selfish prick.

I want to be a healer.

But how do I stop judging myself?



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