A Poem: Tiger

Tiger

I wanted to be a tiger

If we had to choose a career when we were five

I wanted to be a tiger

i wanted to be sleek and deadly 

I wanted to be better at something

But you don't have to choose when you're five

You have to choose when you're sixteen

When you've realized that you can't be a tiger

That the hobbies you've chased thus far aren't going to get you anywhere

As soon as all your dreams are crushed

You choose which one to try for

But I still want to be a tiger

So I ran away from that system

I didn't choose

I pursued my hobbies

And they grew into skills

Skills that I can use

And now I know

I wanted to be a tiger so I could be good at something

And I am

Just not the way they wanted

So aim for being a tiger

Because tigers ignore things in their way

Hey, tiger!

Sick 'em.

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Jaime

A Poem in two versions: Anxiety

Anxiety

Being trapped in a Glass box no one else can see

Afraid of breaking it and the pain

People trying to reach toward you

All around you, reaching to help

“Stop! Don’t break it!”

Afraid of sharp triangles piercing your skin

You know the glass is stronger than it looks

But it looks so fragile

You’ll never escape

A spear coming towards you

Speeding

Unobscured path

You can’t move

It’s inevitable

The spear hits the glass suddenly

And passes straight through you

You don’t feel it

You’re sitting on a couch with no glass in sight

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Anxiety

Trapped in a glass box no one else can see

Does it really exist?

But you can feel it

Feel the cold warning of the inescapable walls

Always there

Threatening to break

Threatening to hurt you with tendrils of itself

No one sees you crying in your glass box

No one seems to care that you’re helpless

Trapped

But what you don’t know

They all have their own boxes

All made of glass

That no one else can see

But you don’t know that

You’re stuck in your own.

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Jaime