My BTS Poems

Suga- The Last

I stand strong as an idol rapper for them all.

But behind that, I stand frail, and terrified and ready to fall.

Sometimes, when I'm alone, I scare myself.

Circles around my head, Min Yoongi already killed himself.

I've learned social phobia, I've tried therapy.

Mom Dad say they don't know me, I don't know me.

Who'll know me enough to save me from this Hell?

Family? Friends? Me? You?

All I've been through, I've put myself through.

Doctor asks, "Have you ever..." I hear the beeeeeeeeep.

I'm sorry but the habit, I don't give a sh*t, I don't give a f*ck.

They creep around, all circling me.

The darkness just wants to break free.

I realize that I'm all kinds of f*cked up.

I realize all the work I must make up.

I'm stuck in this cramped room of nothing.

The pain and darkness grows strong.

Then, through all this time, I see what shows it wrong.

I'm misfortunate.

But if this hurt makes you happy, I must stay importunate.

I realize how far I've come now.

From Seiko to Rolex, Axe to Gym.

I stand in the middle, all light and sounds dim.

I went from the little sh*t performing for a crowd of two.

To the Tokyo Dome to perform for all of you.

Because I'm an idol now and I won't deny it.

You sold us out, not that you didn't.

You couldn't. Sh*t.

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I'm sorry. These poems really do suck. I'm so bad at this. Anyway, JHope you're enjoying this series. I'm taking any song requests anytime. So... Please request, or something.