i always feel misplaced
like i've been erased
they are all two faced
all this time that i waste
where does all that time go
is it some type of reallity show
whatever it is i want to go
dont want to let it go
if time was reusable
i would have been able
to put it on the table
with a little labbel
saying that its mine
that i need all that time
and no it is not fine
not fair that i have lost that time
i need it back
i need to go back
go get my backpack
it didnt cause an impact
maybe i was just mad
needed a room to not feel sad
although it really was bad
i should notice the changes that they've had
the new house
those two summers and christmas i just bounced
well it was bad to sleep on the couch
and my mom didnt really care about that creepy anounce
but if i have a room
ill even have my own bathroom
not like i have to go back in the womb
i think its a chance to let it bloom
let the knowledge i've gained
even if i was drained
i found a way to explain
that the way i felt was pain
let me bloom like a spring flower
who is happy about next summer
where i will shine like i've never
and maybe experienced beeing a teenager
i will take the chance however
to maybe
be happy
live all free
lets even have a party.
VOUS LISEZ
poèmes pour écrire mes pensées ____poems to write my toughts
Poetryim going to be writing poems in french and english just to free my mind. j'écris des poèmes autant en Français qu'en anglais afin de me vider la tête.