Life of a Poet
Along the way, I never meant to be this complicated. Lost myself when I was 17 and ignorin' it just to stay alive. Recently, got jaded by life, but less desensitized by keeping to myself. Wrong things have always felt right, but he can guarantee he'll never hear me say, I want the world when it doesn't want me, a home just to watch it fall, an a love that won't ever be true.
I got a life of a poet that Edgar lead me too. Shakespeare's love always intrigued me. Once I started, I couldn't be stopped. Love is the last thing I'll ever want. Wore-case, he'll break my heart an walk away, but he stayed an fought through my darkness. No more bein' a boxer in a ring defending myself. These are the imperfections of a bad Misfits girl.
Livin' my life in my own way. Darkness within me has me lyin' inside myself for hours at a time and I'll never be the type to fit in with people because, when you're a reject, you don't live the modern way. God knows that's not me. Work full time on this passion of mine. Givin' my all to everything I do, I swear. For a girl who is on her own, has made it really far. It's time for a pen, a notebook, an all my never ending thoughts.
If I know me, like I know me, I'm just tryin' to fight through this bad luck. Keep tellin' myself, you'll find your way an just stick it out cause, it can't rain all the time. I'll never live the way society wants. I'll never run away from problems that attack me cause that's not how my mom raised me.
I want to be a famous writer because they write what's on their mind, even if they're just thinking out loud. So, here's my thoughts.
Copyright © Stevie Yost | Year Posted 2015
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