I am too emotional.
I am overbearing.
I am too reliant.
I am simply too much.

That's what you say.
And that's alright.

I love you,
but sometimes I wish I didn't.
Sometimes I wish to escape,
but that's the part I keep to myself.

A poet walked
Along a river.

A poet was
Inspired.

A poet took out
Pen and paper

A poet started to
Write.

Woke up to cheer
but l had taken aback
devastated for the news
for he bit the dust
but said heroes come and go
but legends are forever
and will always be remembered
and his legacy left to inspire
the flower of age.

ls a word filled with sweet melodies
through which we desire
to have,
for it's a bed for roses.

For she held my hand
and walked me through the horror
but as l looked closer
she was grotesque,
l shouted to the best
calling for help.
And there l was in another
dimension.

Yesterday started with a
break down
but l'm to keep doing
my best everyday
l try to have this
confidencein me
but seconds that pass
my soul keeps hurting
for l'm lost and helpless
but believe to make through
back at home tried to make peace with my bloods
but couldn't escape the torture
will l still face trouble in the future
and battle for the survival fate the future holds.

Iearnt to focus my camera
to take a clear photograph
of the beauty this world is
endowed with
As l walked on an endless
road,
a mirage could be seen
from a far
My thirst grew and l knew
l was closer to sipping from
a stream
l was wrong
not everything you see is
what they are
Toughest lesson of my life