Denials
Let me speak for once
Let me at least have the rights to interrupt
To open doors through the closing time
Through your wickedness through your merciless rhymes
If only you knew how you ruined me
You changed my name into the unheard
AND my identity into the unseen
The unread
A stranger in the wilderness and its extent
Denials
Am I the joke ?
When I consider myself the writer
The producer of my movie
The winner of my own game
Built and made by my own choices
Am I still the joke ?
When I cry
When I scream
When I fade away
When I give myself away
At least answer me
Don't leave my questions
Stuck in the section of the unread
Banging on the doors
Waiting for the approval
Denials
Or I'll call you walls of irony
Chains of silent presence
And you're calling yourself
The undefeated
Really ? Really ?
It's totally fine
Before I end this conversation
You need to Remember
In times I thought I had nothing I still have everything
I have my pen
Inhaling the words Exhaling a poem
I have my notebook
A shelter of remembrace
I have my brushes
The handle of the sprinkles beneath the starry eyes
I have my set of colored pencil
Coloring me
Coloring the Headlines of pieces of my peace
Now what
I have an empire called decisions
And I'm the only king
Instead of being called "Left Unread"
