So many thoughts, too many emotions,
Where to start from, should I write a poem?
They say it is a work of great mind,
And look at me, I’m the abominable one,
How can my poem be fine?
‘I don’t care what people say’
Such a good quote,
But I don’t really obey.
Why? You might ask,
Why should?, I might probably say.
Cause people can be nasty,
Can be dangerous too.
It’s the world we live in,
Everything you do, you have to prove.
But why we have to prove?
Why can’t we just walk?
It’s like a rat race,
Where everyone wants to be on top.
And when you can’t make it on top,
You are a fool.
No matter how good you are,
You will be called a nincompoop.
Sometimes I think,
Can I do this? Or would I sink?
Would anyone be interested in my poetry?
Or just a person,
Who would merely be a sign of mockery.
But these are the people who make me strong,
Make me think,
And I try not ever to fall.
So I left all my gutted notions,
Sat down with a deep breath
Wrote this poem,
With a heart full of
Too many thoughts and so many emotions.