life, it's hard to describe,
life, take a look outside,
for some it's short,
for some it’s long,
for some it’s sad,
for some it's fun,
it’s amazing,
amazing how you say,
because for all it is different,
and there is always pain,
but it will continue,
for generations to come,
this is my life but i'm feeling numb

i got that feeling in my stomach again,
the one where you know,
you're getting ready to do something,
it really goes to show,
what your soul whispers in your ear,
makes you shiver to the bone,
it could either fix you or even destroy,
but no one can know,
so i keep myself to myself,
hide it all in a corner,
myself is only to myself,
but myself, i do not know her
she has dark secrets overfilling
it's almost at the brim
she gets ready in case she blurts it out
but finally keeps it all within

are my poems too short?
i think they need to be longer,
do i not put enough thought?
maybe the topic needs to be stronger,
i don't do what i'm taught,
people may think i don't bother,
maybe i aught?
but all i do is just wander,

wander through my mind,
spilling out my words,
letting it go,
flying free like hummingbirds,

my poems feel like songs,
there's a hook, a beat, a verse
i stick to the rhythm,
i don't know what would feel worse
if i ever lost my flow,
the pattern or the tempo

so i keep my poems short
but they are sweet and simple

don't use your brain,
follow rules and regulations,
don't use your brain,
obey laws, show appreciation,
don't use your brain,
you aren't allowed to think willingly,
comprehend what everyone does,
go along with life cheerfully,
grasp their expectations,
assume their apprehensions,
succeed in their aspirations,
trust in their intentions