This is for a poem I had to write for a class, but I figured I'd post it here to see if it's decent or not. The purpose is to show what you plan to be and the uncertanties of the future. I plan to be a writer, if you can't get that from the things. But yeah, let me know if it does the job or not.
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What lies ahead of me, I can't predict as I'm not Nostradamus
When it comes to my intentions, I'll be more than close to honest
Hope and promise fills my being, maybe college will accept me
I would earn respect without regretting people that neglect me
I've learned to grow and be a writer, become brighter while in class
I yearn to show I am inspired, bring my fire and surpass
Every expectation, the next great one you ain't heard of yet
Writing scenes for a big screen would be serene, absurd though, yes
Many try and never make it, what makes me so sure for greatness?
I don't have a cure for AIDS yet, I've done nothing for my fate yet
I'm still young and foolish, mistakes will be made and I know it too
I still want to do this, learning from misfortune is my golden tool
I'll mess up, I'll look stupid, people will joke and point at me
I don't care, just laugh and stare, at least you aren't ignoring me
It will be tough, it will be rough, but I will never fold you see
I'll scratch and fight and gladly write, never will avoid my dream