dear world

oh dear world, how am i supposed to satisfy you? i am just fifteen, but i already feel your exspectations, following me wherever i go. how am i supposed to find myself, if you have deciced who i am a long time ago? sometimes i wish i could be one with the grass, strengthend by the sunlight and moved by the wind, no pressure, no need to fit in. oh world, isn't it sad that i would prefer existing over living, just because of the lacking resistance? will i be strong enough to overcome? yours' an habitant of this world, one searching for answers, the grass.