I wasn't born to please
you need to learn that
I won't smile for the camera and say "Cheese!"
wearing a funny hat.
I'm a warrior who will fight back
against the war inside my head,
I'll fight with nothing but a thumbtack
it's been years since I've gone to bed.
My eyes are tired
and my body is weak
but the last thing I want is to be fired
from a cannon of emotions that is reaching its peak.
My words refuse to make sense
as I type them, write them, say them
everything I know is past tense
but I still act like I wear a diadem.
If you've read this far
know that I'm trying
my writing isn't subpar
and my mind is slowly dying.
I'm trying to create a rhythm
but I wasn't born to please
my words have no meaning in them
this is such a waste of trees.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Puisipoetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words -robert frost. all poems are mine unless stated otherwise. just thought i'd give someone a taste of my mind. #4 in ode
