My World: Quest For The Throne

Cards on the Table: Young King of Heart

It's not easy being me – it's complicated 'cause I feel lost and alienated,
Because I don't feel like I'm part of society though I'm meant to be the poster child of propriety,
Raised with good manners and good intentions but angry at the world for reasons I can't even mention,

Feel like I don't belong – just singing the verses of my favourite song as I try to remember my false faces, not wanting to fade away – maybe I need some aid 'cause I think I'm a little afraid,
I keep switching through fake smiles like I'm in a masquerade,

And I'm not the best student,
I don't do a lot of work, barely a teen but I've seen more tragedy than most have ever seen,
Spending my time creating stories in my mind and wondering what it'd be like to write a line that was mine,

Always kept my emotions under wraps – listening to music on my phone – losing myself to raps,
Writing down notes of a tale taking form in my brain while I nearly fail every subject but always get the highest in English without even trying and I'm not lying but all these other subjects are not the same,
I don't have the same connection as I do with literacy and I'm literally finishing all the work in class before the teacher has even explained the assignments,

Everything else is all confusing and boring to me and students think I'm annoying 'cause they always find me reading or writing while they're acting tough and play fighting,

But I'm starting to see a pattern more intriguing than the rings around Saturn,
Noticing how words beg to be joined together in a rhyme that could go on forever,

Pen lighter than a feather stroke, Writing down all the things that I never spoke aloud 'cause I always get nervous in a crowd –
My mind taking refuge in the clouds.