They tell me some of my best pieces were  written late night early mornings When the troubles from my past were annoying me like pants creases My troubles are like the freshman fifteen annoying yet creepingThe whole time I was thinking that there was something wrong with me It never ever came across my mind that maybe this time , there's something wrong with the world that we live in Police brutality , gay rights slander , and Donald Trump running for president Too stressed out , Bill due on the fourth but they would rather go buy some shoes that come out on the second And 2 a.m. is when my heart bleeds and my pen starts to pour out everything that I've been holding in . I keep praying to God that maybe one day , this world will get better !