Uncertainty
I recently started poetry. I would like feedback on what other people think. How to improve.
Uncertainty
Once, a boy turned 17, and got asked, “What do you want to do?”
He responded with an answer, not his answer, but words to fill the ears, to make them look away. But he knew nothing, too scared to face the truth of his unhappiness. The words he said, he desperately wanted to believe. He would love to have his life that figured out, to not be scared or frightened of making the wrong choices, the regret of messing up, how he would look in others’ eyes when he eventually failed.
When he looked inside to see if that’s what he wants, uncertainty is all he sees: a kid who cries himself to sleep, thinking how much he has failed, wondering, “Is it worth trying for?” But hope of love, missing out on life, pushes him forwards, getting him up in the morning, just to be asked the question again.
Wondering where he went wrong, how others chose and got past the voices of failure, wondering what he could choose to make his life any worse than it already is, the only thing he could think of was death. But death was the simplest answer, the answer to all of his problems: to stop the pain, the uncertainty, running the scenario over in his head, asking himself, “Would anybody care?” Checking his phone for a text to see if anyone would ask him if he’s Ok.
But it never came.
The next day, talking to his friends about how they’re excited for the future, and what they’re doing, not knowing he almost had no future last night.
Thank you for reading.
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