Poetry

My perspective of life.

So you told me to go home and write a poem.
So, here I am sitting on the couch alone.
I was so happy, I love to write.
But with how? Or what about, with myself I fight.

Ok, here I will talk about me.
Where to begin, hmm, let's see.
I am a 14 year old boy.
I don't treat people as if they were a toy.

I am a man, chasing a vision.
Getting threw life is my only mission.
I've learned the world you cannot tame.
Which I will try, but bring upon myself shame.

But I will try anyway, becuase that's the American way?
To that I have no idea what to say.
All I can say is we are one.
Why not altogether we can have fun?

For where I will go? I do not know!
Down the river of love I hope I will flow.
But we are all in the death line.
To me, thank you for life god, you did just fine.

You gave me a shot.
I wrote out my plot.
So I hope I'll use it wise.
You will never see my demise.

You know sometimes we might feel like we're on our own.
But we got a lot of love in a happy home.
This place is where we belong.
So let's not do any wrong.

Maybe we came from a different view.
Every time I bleed I bleed blue.
Becuase blue means sad.
My life is that bad.

You tell me not to worry,
But it's life, we're all in a hurry.
So away from danger I run.
But the target, I feel like I'm the only one.

My past, beats me with its fist.
But you have missed.
I have dodged your punch.
And you'll die with a crunch.

And I will not even touch you.
Can't you get a clue?
I might be alone.
But not on my own.