letters from a sad poet

rising from the ashes

you tell me i'll never
be good enough, and
burn my castle down,
but i'll rise from the
ashes, and you'll be
handing me my crown.

you tell me i'll never
make it and you
throw me away, but
you really don't get
it, cause i always
find a way.

you tell me i'm nothing,
and you pull me down,
but see i have wings
sorry you couldn't
make me drown.

-here's to everyone that never believed in me.