POEM:hobbies

hobbies of imine line up in a pile 

keeping me from leaving and sleeping forever

i love the word but does it love me back

no 

everything about life is tough

im 13 for gods aske

why tf am exepcted to act like a fully grown teenager

when kids my age are messing about

having fun 

and being cool

im subdied to being a normal person

to be a class topper

and hate myself

to be bullied and picked on for everything

thats just annoying

i want to be free

to make my own desicions

to actually  breathe

to not be subduied to being normal

to not hide in the library cause i have no friends

i want to be me