I climb and climb
and at times it seems
as if I am not getting anywhere
knowing that there is apart of me
going somewhere
Every day my mind lingers on the what if factor
What if I appeared to be the person you wanted me to be ?
Do you think you will be getting the best of me or the worst of me ?
Would this transformation be me?
The what if factor is serious
it lingers around the truths about deceit and repeats
What history logs in as a repetition of truth
But will I become a factor of myths or or a repetition of the truth?
YOU ARE READING
My Tongue Is A Pen Of A Ready Writer
PoetryHere are a collection of poetry I have written within my teenage years, early adult life . I hope you all enjoy.
