I Can't

 I can't be an author
Blank pages drive me insane

I can't be a telemarketer
Dial tones will be the death of me one day

I can't be a musician
Clarinet is all I can play

I can't be a teacher
School kills me day by day

I can't be a librarian
Silence isn't in my name

I can't be a fighter
Raising fists isn't my thing

I can't be a kid
Got way too much on my mind

I can't be a good friend
The last destroyed my insides

I can't love anyone right
I guess my heart isn't too bright

I can't ever be truly happy
Considerably I hate EVERYTHING sappy

I can hardly even write a poem
This jumps around way too much...stupid boredom