Writer

As long as I can remember, 

I always saw myself engulfed in anger, 

Repeatedly speaking out to my classmates  

For reasons I didn’t know. 

It may seem insignificant

To have the abilities of an animal 

But I disagree

The countless possibilities it holds,

Like the cheetah's speed,

Every day I take the same road

Leading to the same routines

Going to the same buildings

With nothing new coming into my life

I follow the same road

Destined To Be Cut

It’s that time of year again

My leaves have fallen off

And I’m ready for the new leaves 

To arrive in spring

Zooming through the galaxy on a disc

Not caring bout the risk

A planet filled with water

And nature

Not knowing

Everything went downhill

The wind howls past me 

Leaving everything behind 

I walk down the path 

Not knowing when I'll stop

Hearing the water flow