By Arcassin Burnham

Fire burns,
My titles earned,
I'm complicated,
I'm crawling in my own filth,
I'm unemployed,
And uneducated,
I feel as though god has let me
down on an abandoned scale,
I feel as though more and more enemies
Start to prevail,
Not knowing what's coming as i walked
Through the Valley,
Of diamonds is what I call them as I round
up a rally,
My own magical world where bad people
Can't taunt us,
Where holidays are celebrated right and the
Queen will trust us,
I wish that I could be as inspiring as you are,
I wish I could tell kids that if you believe you
Could do something then dream it to the best
Of your ability.