When I think too much I become a poet.
I imagine
I am an abstract art of my inner thoughts  for display on the web with open interpretations to judge.

When I was growing up
Teachers would tell me how I had bad grammar.
I imagine
They were stubborn artists that was too obsessed with traditional art.
But I was too abstract for them to understand  with my cavemen writing .

But in poetry.
I imagine
I can be anything.

I was only sixteen
When I let him in

One day, we were so wild
Next day, I'm carrying a child

When I told him the truth
He left me on the roof

Being a father not his intention
My decision was not abortion

I stopped schooling
People started insulting

I was the talk of the town
An instant ***** clown

The father was with another girl
I gave birth to a baby girl

I carried her in my arms
Tears drop, heart warms

She was the only remnant that was left behind,
When I opened the forbidden box of life

She's the hope in my dystopia
I named her, Pandora.

Sometimes an emptiness can occupy a room with happiness.
Others may thought this as dumbness and hopelessness.
But they don't know your sickness and soreness.
Emptiness is not nothingness nor numbness.
Its soundlessness speaks inner peacefulness
Bringing inexpressible happiness.