Pop Poetry: The King

Beau Romanowski, Staff Writer

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