I want to be a poet
I am not lying this is my moment
Me dreaming to be a bard
Believing on it is hard
Because me is just a 15 years old lad
That in writing is yet still bad
But still I want to be a poet
To keep it open, readers eye's faucet
To whisper shout my feelings
Because inside me they were dying
Being who you want to be
Is how to feel free
Remember it's not what they say
But what your feelings always say
So tell me, what do you want to be, follow your own way
