I wish that I could express my best.
I was born in distress.
My memories bleed,
Because, no one truly cared about me.
My mind created such beautiful dreams,
But, my mouth and words can't keep up with them it seems.
I wish that my value as a human being wasn't attached to,
The academy in which I once knew.
Because once I was out on my own,
Nobody cared about my road.
I think, God.
There's so much good expression in this world,
and I wish I could express it,
but, I go to open my mouth,
and, nothing flows out.
as I grasped for breath,
over and over again.
in order to get out one single word,
of the beauty I found.
They diagnosed me with stupid before I could even show them my true potential.
I wish I could go back,
and, distract,
myself from their apostle
But others got full rides.
I had to work.
I had to toil.
but look I'm not even close to Royal.
But, Im still behind,
and, I feel like I don't even have time,
to sit down ,
give myself,
what I am obliged.