I wake up, my throat is still a little sore, but I don't care.
I feel alive, energetic, feels like I rule the world.
That's when I decide I want to write the hell out of me.
I've always been struggling with English,
My vocabulary, I feel like it's rather rubbish.
Still I try, sometimes I fail or stumble
But just can't seem to give up, so I start to mumble.
Learn this, too, now study that,
That's your priority, don't you forget.
Don't look for a job, get a degree,
My parents always say, to be set free from misery.
Four years passed, you should've got that fuckin' degree by now.
Toxic thoughts, dragging my self-worth into deep oceans to drown.
My sister got her Master's in five years.
I still don't have the Bachelor's. What a shame.
It's always been that way, ever since elementary.
Why didn't you study for the test? They expect an A from me.
Your sister sat down and studied on her own.
Why can't you do it? You're already twelve years old.
They didn't mean to hurt me, just knew no better.
Pushing me forward was always the answer.
They don't know I'm writing, all the worlds I'm creating,
Because it's not perfect, I fear of them judging.
Judging my hobby, my passion, seeing it foolish or childish,
Because it's not perfect, I've always been hiding.
There's Dylan and Blake, each hating the other guy.
They didn't know how very much they're alike.
Much notes on my computer, the whole story in my head,
Yet, I'm afraid to write, I fear it will be falling flat.
Someday I take the courage
To pour the words out of my mind,
So I can clean that rubbish up
In hope, that there's an exciting story I could find.
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My Swirling Thoughts, or Whatever?
De Todo"You've expected a poem, maybe a slam from these lines. Well, I'll have to disappoint you, it just maybe contain some rhymes." "You watch the toxic particles dancing in the air, Contemplating about how your life went downhill." Whenever I have a tr...
