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A/N: Bad and kinda trash but still gucci and is off beat af but ahahaha so am I

I

I am darkness in light
I am light in darkness
I call myself queen bee
But I really I'm just a B-

Ok, nope, I'm A+
And tbh I'm cocky as fuck
Yes my roasts may be a bit rude
But I don't put up with Felicia's bitchy attitude

And notice how that started to rhyme
Well, stopping that.
Cause I like to question and sometimes I,
I know answers but, I'm practically blind

But anyways back to me!
I'd say that I'm fucking fabulous
But haters already say it for me!
More than likely, I'm another ass you can't kiss.

I see a lot of things as art.
And my idol says that art is risk
So when I'm gluing pieces and parts
Know that I know it's risk, I've just got the jist.

And you know what, I may wonder things I shouldn't
But mommy best be proud I ain't another hoodlum,
So yes I've got words for one too many guys
But my heart's a body and he's got it's eyes

It eats me everyday, like a monster out of cage
I've left words to say, and I'm going into rage
But I tell my self it's okay, yet it'll haunt me as I age.
Cause he's a sunshine ray, I'm a flower making the bloom stage.

Can I take a second to not rhyme again?
Why am I fooling myself?
Letting these lies wrap around so much, they hoax the truth.
I don't have any shit toegther but, hey let's pretend. Now back to not being self hateful!

Yes I know more about Greek gods than my own
That's exactly why my parents think I'll be alone
Yet I don't see how that really is a matter
Oh ya, cause marriage to them is a game of "Would you rather?"

And you know, I'm not really into bicthes
Why do you think I left them in last year's ditches?
My heart has orgasms from their cries
Weird figuration but that's just I.

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