Enchanted (A Collection of Poetry)

living with words

i wish my parents understand

how reading a book at midnight

fills my empty soul

i wish they understand how

the words I write until dawn

fixes my broken heart

but they do not

they cannot

they will never understand

i know that they see this

as an earthly pleasure

insignificant to my future

for me, it is not

every word is art

i breathe it like the air

to make me live

without words,

i am alive but bleeding

i guess they never

truly knew how i lived