Perhaps someday I'll be able to please,
Lock away who I used to be:
Fold myself like origami
Into someone who can fly
Over the hills of your expectations,
Skim the summits of what you want
But today I am a flat sheet of paper,
Fluttering uselessly in an impotent breeze,
Not even knowing where I would go
If I could stay aloft.
Lock away who I used to be:
Fold myself like origami
Into someone who can fly
Over the hills of your expectations,
Skim the summits of what you want
But today I am a flat sheet of paper,
Fluttering uselessly in an impotent breeze,
Not even knowing where I would go
If I could stay aloft.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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