simple? i doubt it...

all the steps that come so simply
to others leave me lacking
some real life solidarity
so it seems that i am slacking

my stanzas look so similar
in content and in form
i need to deviate my thoughts
and stray far from the norm

if i could put my words to music
i'd have symphonies by now
but much like all my best ideas
i simply don't know how

i feel i am a step behind
what my family's expecting
the pressures being pushed on me
i'm constantly rejecting

i know they have some valid points
i know it's 'cause they love me
but i hate to feel i'm always just
below ideals above me

what if i don't like the term
successful corporation
i work a week and suddenly
i'm needing a vacation

i'm sick of my own rambling
i've ruined my mental health
i'll end this poem if only just
to save me from myself

-kb