My dream

[Guest Crimson Spade]

I set an wait

not for a date

but a day

not any day

but my 17 birthday

when I leave for destinations unknown

one of many locations well be

Paris Island, South carolina short time from my home town

but a prison for the 3 months of bootcamp i must indore

to be what i whant to be

a US Marine sniper

the road well be long

and hard but i well strive

to be all i can be and that is

ME

 

This is somthing i just thought of i know its not a poem or a story but a dream so different then i am now but ether way i well still be ME.

[punk301]

its a poem no wrrys

[Guest Crimson Spade]

Thanks if my mom saw any of mine writing she would freak.

[punk301]

u need a heart to heart with her no yelling or anything

[Guest Crimson Spade]

Ive trie trust me i have ive tried to talk but why talk if no one lissens thats why i came on here. to talk we work fine but i slip somtimes and she brings up crapp that just has nothing to do with what were talking about but its good nothing ever gets out of control but are voices and my emotional control.Thx