I'm trying to be.
I'm trying to be
better -
Better then I thought
I would ever try to be.
A certain fire has been lit
when I stopped sparking my life to ashes.
Like a drunkard on a tightrope
I believe in myself,
In whatever I do.
Even if at the end of the day,
that's still not enough,
And I find the doubters convictions ring true -
I'm still here.
With a pencil, or a keyboard in my hand
Smiling.
Drunkard smiling sounds like me everybody likes Taylor Saint's music What's wrong with me? !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem is a smiley.... I love its brilliance. Stay blessed