Pop Poetry: The King
January 27, 2021
From when I wake up
To when I fall asleep
There is a king that smiles at me
And messes with my dreams
He will cause my nightmares
And put pressure on my chest
Plug my nose, and cover my mouth
Until nothing is left
From when I wake up
To when I take a nap
There is a King that tries to kill me
But I’m too tired to ask
He will break all my records
And criticize all my clothes
He breaks everything he touches
And pours water on my phone
There is a king that lives inside me
That messes with my mind
To pompous to be helped
And too young to die
He will make me look in the mirror
And tell me I’m not enough
He will make me so tired that
I don’t want to get up
There is a king that lives inside me
One that sleeps in my bed,
He is the confidence I never found
And the things I fight inside my head