Trapped

I’m trapped.
Here.
In this place.
People call it home.
It’s not mine.
I’m just trapped.

Following your rules.
Your ideas.
Your expectations.
and I fail.
It’s not me

I’m just trapped.

It’s out there.
Somewhere.
Beyond my reach.
I want it.
But I’m here.
I’m trapped.

I wrote this poem reflecting how I feel about my life today. I’ve always wanted big things, I have big dreams of getting out of New Zealand and doing something with my life. The more time goes on the more I feel my dreams are drifting away and it makes me feel even more trapped. The second stanza reflects my family, and how they expect me to do certain things with my life, they have expectations of me I don’t want to live up to. I think that for some people living in the pacific islands they wanted to do big things with their life which for them meant moving to places like New Zealand for an education.