My Dream
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Dreams keep me up at night.
Wondering, thinking
Thinking about, “If only I could be them!”
Maybe then people would listen.
But no.
No one cares about the dreams of the quiet girl in the back of the class.
A Pharmacist.
That’s my dream.
You may not care, but to me it is important.
It is what silences the hatred.
“You can’t be a pharmacist.”
“Your poor idiot!”
Ha! Foolish children!
I will remember that when they are looking for their psychiatric meds.
My love for this is deep.
I just want people to listen.
I want a chance.
Where is my hope?
My destiny?
It lies in the hands of the rich.
So I grovel.