I’ve killed them a millions of times And i’ve whined Too much just cause i killed them Things are not the same Times have changed Too late to mend Now cause i’m not a kid anymore Thousands of them killed Just to develop some skills. I got up when i wanted to sleep Stayed when i wanted to leave Left when i wanted to stay Painted when i wanted to sprey Sketched when i wanted to paint Borrowed when i wanted to lend And lend when i wanted to take Just for the sake Of someone else Just to help An elf Develop their skills And develop the power of will I always was a dwarf Controlling his barf A brute, an inferior Strong on the outside but on the interior??? It’s all messed up And i just have to stop Killing them My dreams... -yakaa: jujaan
collection of lyrical poetry that reflects my psychological journey that everyone might face at least once in their lifetime.