The American Dream
Counting the minutes until the work is through.
The American Dream is killing the guy.
He thinks back upon the days he grew,
Dreaming of wealth and women, he now felt dry.
Thinking of his family, he was sucked in deeper,
His fantasies of riches fled, as he grew weary
Of the monotonous days of the broken ladder.
He was promised so much in the beginning.
Now that he's wise, he knows the truth,
He will never be a CEO, a leader of men.
Every day the man puts on the suit,
Every day he wears his mask,
The stress, the pain; he wants it to end.
The American Dream is killing us all.
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I am a twenty-year-old student interested in creative writing and journalism, but poetry is my new passion. I find it therapeutic and relaxing, putting my thoughts on paper. My inspiration for this poem came from my friends leaving college and getting lost in a world full of the same people, climbing the invisible ladder to the top. It frightened me about my future and pushed me toward writing. I would love it to be my career.