amateur poetry book

eu sou alguma coisa

i've been trying so hard
to grab my own hand and say to myself
things nobody would say effortlessly.

life is worth living.

even though i do love you
i pretend i don't
lying to myself
everything's done

you won't change for me, not even for yourself
so i gotta get up and avoid the hell

random words, writing everything my mind tells me, turning it into a physical thing.
without a rhyme, without a change.

fuck you, i'm enough for the game.