i don’t wanna start tomorrow
im not asleep
these days are short these days
feels like wanna weep

growing up an adult is hard, i feel
i don’t feel any more,
emotions i control who he in my way
i wasn’t this way before

words don’t make sense now
my letter reflects me,
this lines are that i am
l am what i am, thus, let me BE

i have my hair white,
21 is just my age,
i have an allergic to caffeine
know it brings me the rage

what i’ve been through
only known by the god,
i know what i’ve been through
May i call myself a God?

Does god exists? he asked
i asked if you believe i exist,
He believed my existence,
He believed I am the god.

give me the freedom to write
i am a poet
what i write isn’t a poem
I ain’t a poet

how to be content
i ask myself daily
the seed is planted
i cant water it daily