You have degraded, I was told
I hadn't a chance to stop my thinking
on why it sounded odd
because I write like imaginary
objects I coloured with mud
and nobody understands my writing
no one wanted to read my rhymes
so I tried my best to settle
to simplify my lines
now I am negated for degrading
shouldn't I be given a bit
just a little bit of compassion
for the small me to believe
I only tried to make people
to emphathize my pain

Moulded words
Peaceful apathy
Beautiful dark
Stimulating space
Unspeakable tolls
Translucent dreams,
Cling on the hope
Happiness with rules
Farewell to moral links

Chasing a time all the way
Final try, yet a wonder
A endless mystery
All we are, fragile inside

Simplified Math,
Who knows the future?
Whether to divide or subtract....
Life’s filled with surprises
Here,
I write to enjoy my style