Pen, paper doesn’t seem like much.
Just to write things down.
Sounds like it’s too much stuff.
To find and make beats to a song.
Sometimes the words come out wrong.
To be a singer one day.
Or even a writer to have my meanings for people to say.
People saying there’s nowhere to lead life that way.
For it’s I will decide on what to become.
Whether people like it or not.
It’s just who I am.
Not for the glamor and fame.
Not to put others in shame.
Just to express who I am.
For it’s something I can truly do.
Something emotional from my mind that is really true.
Since it’s just a simple poem or song that will someday truly will belong.