Hopelessly

So you say you're looking for fresh talent. I can tell you, you won't find any with me. I'm just another hopeful person hopelessly trying. I don't want your help— I'm just writing because I want to. I like to express my feelings— while stabbing someone in the gut. I guess that's gruesome, but I was never taught better. I learned too young we have to fight for what we want. I learned too young success is few, and probably will never hit me. I also learned, I wasn't someone to give up; I was someone trying too hard. I'm someone you will wonder who I am for a split second, then throw me back into that ever growing pile of wannabes. See I'm not here to impress you. I'm just here to write. I don't suspect success— I suspect failure. So I'm not trying to win; I'm trying to live. I'm here writing, so that I can continue breathing. I'm here to make a statement and leave you wondering. So even if you don't ever see this, or you throw it in the trash; I know I spoke my mind. Success is less likely than winning the lottery, but that's why it's worth it—right?