(it's too long)

I want to narrate this poem, to myself. I always write poems, for someone else, for my pain and emotions, but who's gonna write for me! No one can write a poem on me, better than me, so, here it is!

Hello baby,

I know how much filled you are

Your heart's damn heavy with feelings

With memories playing on loop

You often get stuck

Nothing gets right

So you write

And adore you being stucked

I know,

You are a very happy person

Very mature too

But you are moody, so nothing's stable in your life

You've got amazing friends

And you know, how important they are

You also know

That not everyone stays

Your study

It's sucking

Your mind has opened up, to this world

So you care less for marks, and that's pretty devastating

I hate it

You never ever let anyone go

They always stay, as memories

Sometimes as bad, sometimes as good

Move on darling!

You have dual face,

Both of them are beautiful af!

The one, you show to this world

And the second, when you be yourself

You are perverted af,

And you can make everyone else too

That's why

You gotta be a poet buddy!

You don't have dreams

You have wishes

Sometimes small, sometimes big, sometimes impossible

But you have them

Don't worry baby

It's okay, everything will be fine

It's alright, relax, and just let the time pass

( um the baby part might be a bit cheesy or cringe, and this is so long aish!)