by Sheridan Hauf
In death, I wish not to be forgotten,
to grasp fame before hell obtains my heart.
It's sad that I'm not good enough at art
Not Talented enough for a college.
I Wish this was a song, not a sonnet,
but with music I don't know where to start.
No one will hear my words, at least I'm smart
My memories will sit here and rot then.
Was I cheated or was I just lazy
I've been sheltered and never been denied
Will be heard or unheard off, maybe
I've tossed it around too much in my mind
But should I let the negative phase me
Cause I'm not dead yet, Do you have the time?