People believe I do Art
 

Because they think I want to be an Artist
 

As if it were my dream.
 

People do not know

that this is how I speak,
 

with poetry, with music.
 

Ask my friends where I have been,

they might not know.

Ask my other friends what I do,

 how I write, how I play,

They might know me better than most people,

 

because that is how my heart speaks.
 

You created us you have to let us out

Who do you think you are?

Reader, as you are reading this, don’t believe the words he is writing,

do not believe one word he says, you have to help us

Please help me, please help me

I’m sorry