It Just Doesn't Make Sense

It just doesn't make sense.

You tell me to get a college education.

You prepare me from grade 6.

You help me along the path then when I need you most, you dump me off. 

 

It just doesn't make sense. 

I understand not getting into some colleges. 

I understand we can't always get what we want.

But when it finally feels things are going right, I have found the college for me, the only thing stopping me shouldn't be the money. 

 

It just doesn't make sense.

I shouldn't be stopped in my dreams.

I shouldn't be limited because of money.

I shouldn't feel burdened chasing after my dream. 

 

It just doesn't make sense. 

I was never taught it would feel like this. 

I wasn't prepared to go through this nightmare.

I'm just so tired of money being the center of my woes. 

 

It just doesn't make sense.

My dream won't die off. 

It can't happen, I won't let it. 

Somehow, someway I'll overcome this sickening reality.

 

It just doesn't make sense. 

 

You tell me to get a college education. 

You prepare me from grade 6. 

You help me along the path then when I need you most, you abandon me.

 

It just doesn't make sense.

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