How long will it be, Emily
When I have fame?
I have been craving for so long
That I forget why I want to be
In the first place
I feel aloof
I have paid my dues with callouses
On my fingers
And my eyes are getting weaker
From the glare of the computer screen
And the constant nights reading poetry
Still, I struggle being unknown
And at this time of the year, I get worried
It’s getting harder and harder to do so
Emily, don’t tell me not to whine
I know about yours
I know you would say how lucky I am
But I don’t feel it
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Well expressed about your struggles with writing and getting to be known.