Song Journal

Ink

I'll give you my last crust of bread
I don't care if you chop off my head
I'll laugh with you until I'm dead
Even though I cannot write with lead
And there's no book that I have read

I see your true colors as I progress
You call people my name because you think I am less
Why do you think you have more success?
It's because you think you're smarter, yes?
I don't think that gives you the right to call yourselves best

You got me fired, because you think I'm a freak
I guess I'll get over it, I am not weak
Now my intelligence has reached its peak
My IQ is no longer meek
But my heart is playing hide and seek

I've figured out my downward fall
Like the mouse, I'll lose it all
Declining to when my writing was mere scrawl
And all my mother thought of me was tall
But I'm glad I got to learn, above all

Hey!! This is actually a poem and not a song, but I wrote it for class and it's about the story Flowers For Algernon. You should really read it if you haven't!! Speaking of reading things, you should really check out my story that I just published called Lunacy, I also wrote it for class (shameless self promo, whoops). Anyways, have an outstanding day!!! (I'm running out of adjectives help) 💟💟
~Jax