Cliche Poet

maybe i'm just cliche
another teen poet who just writes
to take his pain away

maybe im just a messed up kid
with an imbalance in his brain
doctors give you medication
telling you you're not insane

so who am i to believe
the preachers that scream and yell
to give them all that you've got
or die and go to hell?

what is sin anyway
but moral structures with flaws
just another simple way
for the government to pass laws

is this is what it's come down to?
no rest or peace of mind?
but to worry about how you'll make it through tomorrow
or better yet the night

the thinking
blocks you from sleeping
your heart begins to pound

the feeling that you get
from staring at the sky
while lying on the ground
taking out your headphones to listen to the music that surrounds

the birds chirping
the wind blowing
is the only place you find peace
but in this new structure of the world
life isn't so easy

so maybe im just another poem that won't be bothered or shared
maybe im just a cliche poet
but the fact is i don't care