Looking Down On Me
Maybe the moon is looking down at me
Convincing to be radiant as I can be
Asking me to never take a rest
And keep on doing my best
I Hate Being A Writer
There are times when I hate being a writer. I feel too much. Words tend to flow uncontrollably. And it sucks.
Me, Myself and I
The things I am are,
All part of me.
If they weren't there,
Who would I be?
I’m already NINETEEN
Bully as much as you want,
'Cause, I still won't hide that fact,
that I am already Nineteen,
and I am 4'11.