Closet Poet

Unaldurated words of my heart
Just coming out when I’m about to start
To form a song, to write a poem

When I’m at my closet
I become an instant poet
All I know, I rule in my world

I don’t know how to put words correctly
I don’t know the meaning of words I used, honestly
If I don’t make a sense, Oh sorry!

In my universe my intelligence burst
But when I’m back in reality
I’m still the worst