Write 365: 790 – It Me

Is it a range or drips from the rain that gets me hype
Doesn’t matter as this sound clears away my gripe
Found that patch of light where I’m salvaging my sanity
Where in these lines, I can be myself and run free
If only I could snap my fingers and the world could adjust
In ways, I’m sensitive about my shit, call ne an artist
This is who I am as a person so don’t take me for granted
Years later, find these books I buried long after I ended