Is it strange I still don’t know what kind of person I want be? I am sixteen, Eurasian, born in —— This town is all I have ever known—but never the people, and I’m sure they do not know me. The life I imagined was so unreal—merely a fantasy. I wanted my life to be like a movie with a sweet melody. But of course that is not my reality. I’m trapped in this town waiting to break free. The places I want to visit lie across the sea. I feel like living here is a waste, if I can’t experience the city’s tastes. To be honest, I would have rather been born earlier. Dreaming about life in my golden age only makes me angrier. The nostalgia isn’t even worth a cent, because I know I can’t change my present. I fill my heartache with books, movies, and music. It’s these moments of my life that make me feel infinite. Enjoying my youth and being with the people I love is what helps me get by. Also the arts are here to help me appreciate the beauty in life. But I will never be the artist, this much I know.

this is my poem for english three