Polar Opposites Riley Strobis
For what am I good for, but everything and nothing. So many skills, but useless, utterly. How will I make it in the world? How will I be somebody? They expect me to make a difference. They expect me to be better. But, I am the opposite of a feather. The roof is collapsing. The walls are closing in. I’m being suffocated. My patience is thin. So much time is left, and yet there’s none at all. It all seems heavy as I slide down the wall. Thoughts are in my hands, words are on my tongue, how can I be someone? How can I have some fun when I’m someone who works too hard, and yet can’t get things done.
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