I am not all that good at the things I like I'm just a ****, 5'0, and I'll never be a hero And one of my favorite quotes is "I'm just being dramatic, in fact, I'm only at it again/as an addict with a pen" I may not be an addict But I do have a pen It's a weapon I'll never be worthy of Nobody will You can do things with them You change fates Open gates and delay dates of death They're so powerful And More Often Than Sometimes I listen to poetry I don't read it, I hear things, I know things, I feel them I feel the words, I hear the words on a page I hear a man who is trying I hear a child sometimes Sometimes the child is me For everyone I have a pen Even myself, when I don't think I deserve it I'm a kid surrounded with fear I'm a child I wish nobody held dear Because my redeeming qualities are honest feelings and a lack of annoyance My greatest ability is I can feel other people's emotions cause I'm a master of empathy I can sympathize with the man on the bench next to me The kid two seats ahead on the bus that still joins in the conversations I wish these people could be somebody Do something Help people I want to help people now It makes me feel better than anything else ever did Being a master of empathy may suit me sometimes at night But during the day my own attacks aren't saving anybody Why is it okay to doubt myself this much I could never doubt you Oh you With your beautiful eyes Every day, maybe wanting to die The way you can't breathe in a crowd I'll take you the way you are You're so lovely and you shine bright I think of you many nights Most nights Okay, so every night And every day And I smile through the beginning of my own fray You have that effect You all do There's too many of you You're beautiful and Shane Koyczan tells me "there's beauty in the obvious" And it's obvious that you don't believe me And it's obvious that I admire the man Use his poetry whenever I can, in every line He's an inspiration beyond many But I'll admit His writing gets ****** And that's not what a 13 year old needs to hear But who am I to tell a 40 year old man what he should write I am no one With naught an admirer of my rhymes My stories If scars were stories, I'd be a kid that wrote A+ essays You'd be an author who writes a little each day Or a lot I manage to fit words of you, thoughts of you in each line Is that good? Do you know? Will you read this? Will it show? Does it show I love you in my words? Like I've said before: "In a platonic sense A demonic sense" Demonic because I don't have the sense to get you out of my head But in a beautiful way Beautiful like the sun shines The sun shines like the sunset in the eyes of the girl I knew The sky is so hideously blue It could be a darker shade Like the night When I'm not allowed outside Why am I always so full of fear The song Safe and Sound comes to mind I'm sorry I'm always so scared I'm sorry that I'm a master of empathy but I don't even know what I'm feeling I'm sorry Y'know what happens when you run out of words You end it Like this.
I dunno why I wrote this I guess it's just another one about Tyler