My pen is ever-moving, ever-soaring,
across endless pages of serene white...

I see the sun
I wish I could be up there...

I try all I can
It’s not enough...

Make a wish upon an eyelash.
Kiss a butterfly...

She's an artist of sorts,
With her brushes and paints...

How can you judge me
Without knowing me...

I’m rocking..rocking..
Back and forth...

*I know this poem is long, but please take the...
The doors are closing in on me...

The love I have could fill a sea or two...

Yall don't see the inside
The inside of my unhappiness...

The doors are closing in on me
The pain is flowing through...

I'm the quiet kid every classroom has
I sit in the back of the room...