OFF THE TOP
I'll write,
off the top of my head.
I feel,
off the top of my head.
I cant chose what I feel,
I cant choose how I'll think
so dont make me,
seem like what i am,
is what i'm not supposed to be.
It's hard to speak,
off the top of my head.
when I open my mouth,
the words that peek out,
were prechosen,
to that I pout.
I think,
I should think off the top of my head.
my ideas are my identity,
my thoughts make up whats me,
and that is what iIll keep sacred,
forever is what that means.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world