Too many feelings to write a haiku, I more than like you
I thought you’d turn my Pichu to a Raichu
I learnt angels were real the moment I saw you
But in the end I'm less than blessed, achoo
Transitioning from misfitting to standing out
I started from the bottom and I’m still here
With big dreams of making it to the top spot
But I feel like I’m chasing Bolt in a wheelchair
Invented demented, 1993 the heaven’s sent it
A rose tried to grow from concrete but they wouldn't let it
It just happened to wear horns and it’s pigment tinted
Labeled as a menace to society, a life cemented
Fast forward, back to the future I’m past poor
Stuck, no passport, looking back through a glass door
If I ruled the world, I’d want it to last more
Today I’m ass last, don’t know what I’m in class for