A collection of poems

Forgotten King

I am, the forgotten king. Left on the back burner waiting for his crown.

But that crown will never come because there's better kings out there than my selfish ass.

Here I stand, in front of everyone of you, speaking my mind, and finally being honest. After years of pretending to be someone I was not. I am not ashamed of myself. I am a man.

I am the king whose lost his crown. Forgotten long ago.

Left alone, struggling with demons whose names I do not know. Should I surrender? Let them pull me down?

No no no no no. I've tried too hard, fought too long, to let them take me away from my goals. I can feel their hands on my throat, their nails in my skin.

But fuck them. Because I need to fight. For me, myself and I.

"Fuck you, too." I scream at myself for not wanting to wake up. It's not fair that I can't be happy just like everyone else.

All because I'm the forgotten king.