Melancholy

Melancholy I feel drugged although I don’t get high I feel sad and don’t know why I feel guilty although I never lie I get board easily, so I constantly sigh You ask why? So, I say why, ask why? Just comprehend my emotions that I clearly state with this pen My best friend So, relax and let the world pass you by You don’t have anything else better to do Do u? While you’re sitting at your computer checking e-mails And your monotonous job Overworked and under paid No benefits, trying to survive I’m writing this, 2 the best of my wits, glorious Isn’t it? To eventually get international reconizition For my pen collaborations And just chill Sign a deal, and let my poems pay the bills So, I study the lessons of my predecessors and do the math So I can drive down the same path As Hughs, Robert Frost, and Maya Angelou To fill those shoes would be great So I debate, calculate Each word is selected and interjected With the utmost importance Analyze this So my work can be studied by Ive league colleges My importance to this, subject matter Is something u can’t fathom? Or comprehend the meaning of That’s what I love To have a secret like the Mona Lisa Each word so unique in its own way Never the same And this is by far not my best day Or the worst I’ll see But 4 now I just feel Melancholy