Could it be too much
The inner struggle
The way it all comes out
Maybe the words are a little too real;
Too close to home
Too much meaning after every little word
Instead of saying the truth, should I say lies
Like everything in life?
Should it all be covered under glossy yellow paint;
Instead of glossy paint that reflects;
like water on a hot summer day
Would that be okay?
Should it be about the views and the likes
OR even the fame that yet to come?
Some say yes, to be practical;
The rest will come later
Yet, the soul is in charge
It demands to be heard; to be felt
Poetry is supposed to be meaningful
Suppose to be felt from head to toe;
to make you feel a certain way
To Inspire you; to pull you from the everyday to day
Poetry is life and life is poetry