Poetry · volume 1
Steady
When I walkedI used to look around meTake everything in Then I started to drawNot with a pen and paper With my mind What I was drawing wasn’t prettyOr particularly relevantI was drawing comparisons So then I said,I’ll never be like themI’ll just look down instead But then I became depressedAnd truly I was worthless Now when I walkI look up at the skyAnd the sunsetSometimes I run into shitAnd that’s ok.