I'm grown...
- by Sophia Cac
I grow up without a father,
but that doesn't matter
for I have a mother
whose heart is bigger than a TOWER.
She take care of me so dear,
and I don't dare to make her kneel,
to PRAY to the Lord for a better kid.
I make commotion,
but I rather call it motivation.
People call it a problem,
I call it solution,
but to tell a thing, I rather call it Living.
Suffering have a ring to it,
Depression defines it,
Sadness is what it bring,
Loneliness is what I gain,
but I rather call it My Life.
To tell something,
people don't understand a thing.
Being the same,
doesn't make me sane!
And problem may be what I bring,
but that doesn't make me INSANE!
May, as well, take it as a Vision.
My dreams are my only Mission.
My story is my action,
these words that I've spoken
will and always be what I define as my own.
I grow up with only a mother,
but that's more than better
than to have a man to call as my father,
only because I know he would only be a bother
to the family that is one without a father.
I grow up as my own to lecture,
selfish I've been only for the sake of the crowd that I nature.
I know that I've been taken for granted,
I didn't give any sign that I taken a notice,
only because that I vow to be a friend that no one have ever had.
I'm grown...
May not be still an adult,
but strong enough to face the world.
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PoetryInsomia, my dear friend, you've come to visit me once again. What's today features? Huh, I hope I didn't make too many failures. Oh a new one indeed, perhaps I could try one to confess my deeds? Alright, hand me the quil, my friend, don't go and wai...
