The Way 🇰🇪

I’m a Sinner turned Son
But rarely a Saint
My emotions are very specific
The highs are Everest
The lows are Pacific
Tried my best just to fit in
Talked more than I listen
I keep a light but I dim it
Show no emotion just broken
All alone in this ocean
As for my front door, please don’t knock
As for my bedroom door, please leave it locked
As for my memories, please turn them off
This poem is not about my pride
It’s from the pain I try to hide
I’m alright but I’m still in it
Really just a misfit
Dying to end it