Random Poems

My Life's Poem

A/N: Dudes, I'm shocked by this drawing and this poem I made. The poem took about somewhere from the evening to 9:00pm-ish, and then the drawing was started at 9:42pm and finished at 12:10am. I know these were basically vents, but I'm fucking proud of this shit.

Hey you in the dark.

Let's go to the park.

I just want to go on a walk.

Just you and me, let's talk.

My memory is a little hazy,

I remember being called crazy.

I know I'm not,

But it's like I'm a bot.

I haven't ever changed.

It's like I'm deranged.

I don't remember the exact date,

But I remember all the hate.

As a kid I'd get mad.

I couldn't hurt myself when I was sad.

I wasn't one of the others.

I never had any sisters or brothers.

Sure, my brother was my dog.

But that couldn't pierce my fog.

I was alone.

I felt cold down to the bone.

I felt rage.

I felt like I was in a cage.

I couldn't go where I wanted.

I felt like I was being taunted.

I was never entirely free,

But at least I could see,

I shouldn't have been on my own.

I wasn't yet grown.

I never had anyone but my mother.

With her my fire was smothered.

But then I branched away.

My life began to sway.

I got a phone.

I felt to be on a throne.

I was so happy.

Away on the keyboard my fingers were tappy.

It started with getting an artistic online app.

Once I drew something, I met friends in a snap.

She was so nice to me.

It was meant to be.

She found things that we could both relate to.

In my mind, it was just “me and you”.

We did a lot of the same.

“Future Me” is how I said her name.

She was the only friend I stuck around,

She kept my dreams on the ground.

Unlike most, she kept in contact.

She was the first of them all, in fact.

My mother hated the internet.

I hid it from her so she wouldn't fret.

Of course I've been caught.