I write poetry that explain and portrays vividly the characters in my life
Here is one of the poems that I like
Hate screamed in my face. I cried,
my eyes blood shot red. He crossed out
my lines. He erased my name and put his.
I liked my name though. He said use my lenses.
Sir, I am neither short sided nor long sighted.
Well," you need to see from my reality,"
he said "in an irritated voice"
He said, no hate but everything about you is
banal but I can do something about that. I
will try to fit you in with different things.
But what I wear and the things I like fit me well.
Don't you think? Can you shut up?
How many times have I told you stop asking
questions? How many takes shall we have?
"I need to calm down, " he said. He laughed.
Wait you think you can get away from me.
You think you can run. He's eyes got bigger as
he looked at me. I have worse friends around
here than me. Flowers wilt as they walk by.
You must think that sounds cliché.
Anyway, why would I care what you think?
I am the important one here. I saw the poem
you wrote about how your stomach hurts
from the so-called reminders of your rather complex
life or trauma. I don't remember what it was fully.
Next you will write how you gasp for air when
life is supposed to give it. It was funny though,
I give you that. That's why I am saying its
better here with me. "I know you, "he claimed.
Whatever, here are my rules. It's not like you have choice
1. Don't love yourself or choose yourself.
2. You ought to be grateful. I mean I have
showed you the real world. We have
officially started today. That's enough for now.
I will think of more since I am make up the rules.
He laughed so hard that my ears started
ringing. He left to get his rest.
He will come back to get me after a while.
As I was falling asleep that night,
I thought I am not ready for tomorrow.
