I'm talking to myself because there's no one in front of me
At least no one I can see
I'm sure there's somebody by my side
But my peripheral vision has died
Sometimes I wish I would try harder at things
Because when I used to write my room would go up in flames
Not I have to sit and take my time
Just to make sure everything rhymes
I still talk this way after all these years
Yet my voice is still the only thing that rings in my ears
But I snuck a microphone into your house
So I can hear everything that comes out of your mouth
/lol I wrote the first stanza at the beginning of 2018 and the second two over the summer. its funny cuz when I was In 8th grade I was writing tons of songs and thought I would record and release them when I went into high school but I never did. I wrote tons of songs in 9th grade and I still write now. idk when I'll ever decide to release the music tho.....like I am kinda talking about (in this poem)not having confidence to release stuff and not being able to write the way I used to write. Idk it's just kinda funny that I wrote some of this a year ago and I still haven't done anything with it\
