All i need right now is a cup of tea,
and I still wait for someone to spill something to me....
Writing is the only way I can express my feelings,
I can't dance nor sing,
I can sing, but it was terrible,
I can dance, but it wasn't flexible,
I tried to get out of my box and think it was comfortable,
but all I received was judgement,
and think that those things wasn't compatible,
To me.I took a course in college,
and I thought that being an Educator is the right passion for me,
But it is hard to understand why and where should I start to see,
That fitting my toes in the over-sized shoes,
was a scary part, I am waiting to run till I lose my mind,
1, 2, 3,Adulthood was a scary thing,
and as a teen transitioning myself, from my teenage years to be an adult is giving me a hard time,
I can't sleep till 2:00 A.M,
Waiting for someone to say Goodnight to me,
Why am I so jealous from someone that was drowned with love?,
Am I too innocent to be in a relationship?,
Or I am too busy making poems,
And I didn't put some time for my heart?,I do always have time for my heart,
but I didn't have enough time for myself,
For I only think thebgood for somebody,
Or even my body doesn't look like a part of being me,
I am just a person trying to be nice,
With a personality of being happy seing you Smile twice,Can you smile for me?,
for I wanted to make my heart happy,
if I can only be the reason that makes you feel treasured,
Can you treasure me back?The right person behind this words still waiting for someone to treasure him,
In the back of my mind,
Even I right poems for no one,
I still get sad from thinking,
For it only measures my worth,
and the thing that reminds me of being useless is,
The words that isn't wired on the lines,I used to right poems to hone my skills in speaking and writing in the english language,
To be well equipped for the upcoming war,
A peaceful war, that takes too much peace and patience.Some can recognize the way I right the poems,
Some was lured, some was bored,
are you lured and bored?I still waiting for the progress,
And connecting wires isn't my hobby,
Should I connect some Lines too?,
To experience something new,This is an art of insanity,
a combination of fact and cruelty,
some says it lame and crazy,
oh, it is really me.

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Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain
PoetryA poetry of insanity •I know you're reading this for fun, but it isn't Fun at all• Highest Rank: #1 in poetry - September 2021 #2 in poetry - January 2020