Let me cry.
Just let me weep all of my sorrows.
I'll listen to Kanye and pretend my poems are hit songs the ones in the top 20.
My mom says "Danielle you'll never be a Patti and it's cute how you wanna be the female Langston but baby we're the ones from the other side of the hood, the ones with different kind of luck"
I'm almost grown and still trying not to believe her....
  Maybe I should have went to church this Sunday or maybe the last, God please can you show me the light because the star you thought I WAS.... is dim. I'm not that kid from that "American girl" movie I did when I was 10, I'm different and maybe if I would have prayed instead of taking those pills everything would still be the same.
And
this pounding in my chest is just a reminder how empty I really am, I'll never be famous and to them I'm just a ******* writer....
So tell them I was not sane and These words were my will, my misunderstood and my guilt.
Let me cry alone in the dark, I never needed anyone besides god and his son.



I am not sad yet simply just emotionless.....