Materialism
And
Dissatisfaction

Made
A young man
Disappoint those who love him.

Merry and joy was
All they were ever to him.
Dang, he thought to himself as he hid.

Using this website to vent out my feelings
It’s like a start of a new drug dealing
Addicted to poetry is that really me?
So intently writing my intuition
Get me out of school I can’t pay the tuition
Or spend anymore time in drama
class got me taking too much time
To spend on things that won’t even lyve-
in my day.

Back before they called me Rafael
To sing and write is how I do sell
My soul to keep my soul to shine
How do I even write these rhymes?
That I call wrongs but who is the judge
Time to question what Is above
To dwell upon this fine image
Of what may be if my soul is pillaged

Lost and confused, I don’t even care
Pointless wondering of what is even fair
To share my thoughts is how I do care
About others who can put up with no share
On this bright day I am a new one
sorry mom and dad. I was just a confused son