Become a famous poet

I am black with sorrow and remorse
For what I used to be,
But how can I ask for help
With something I can’t even see?
I do not know what happened,
Or what I did so wrong,
But every place on this Earth
Is a place I don’t belong.
It hurts so much to be afraid
To walk out your own back door,
And get your heart crushed once again;
God, I can’t stand much more!
I hate the world for betraying me
For being strong and true.
I thought that if you did good things,
The good would come back to you.
What did I do to deserve this pain,
To deserve this sharp distress?
I care for all, I keep the peace,
And they stab me in the chest.
They have stolen my life away from me.
My laugh, my smile, my soul.
I cannot even lift my head up now
Because the world is just too cold.
-RS ‘05

I’m about to graduate in two weeks from high school and the only thing that my senior year has taught me is that dreams never come true for poor people who don’t play sports for school…which includes me. I don’t know of many jobs that involve writing that make a lot of money and I know I’m a good writer. I just can’t get out there and get my name noticed. I keep falling into those poet “societies” that will publish anything and say you’re good so you’ll buy a book from them. I just want to be heard and understood and appreciated. This is my wish.