Ocean of words

An atonal poem

Maybe I'm sad
or Maybe I'm happy
But
Cut the crap
and I ain't too busy

When I feel too down
I write it down,
When I feel too happy
I write it down,
I write
when I'm scared,
I write
when I'm excited,
I don't care about the rhythm,
It's an atonal poem...

Atop of the house, I go
Staring at the moon and stars above,
Wondering when I'm gonna illuminate like them...

Twinkle Twinkle little star,
I would like to know how you are,
I've been modifying myself,
I've been productive for myself,
Little Little sparkling star,
I've been lately sparkling like you...

I cut off too many people,
Just living my life
like I want to, with no regrets...

I bleed my sorrows onto the
empty pages of my book,
and then I don't remember
What the heck I was going through...

I am a lion,
I eat when I'm hungry,
I am a poet,
I write when I'm angry,
Angry about sadness
Or angry about happiness
And sometimes angry about my goals and the world...

This is me,
I have healed,
I am happy,
and am racing in the path of my own,
I do what I want, I do what I like,
I write what I want, I write what I like,
I don't care about the rhythm,
It's an atonal poem...