It seems like all the phrases I want

To say have already been said

And twisted

Making it more and more difficult to

Write what I mean

Because there's this thing called 

"Plagarism"

And I don't want to seem cliché

Because I don't write for glory,

I write dreadful stories

Things that give you chills

And make my dad's eyes sweat

Because he never cries

I wish I could shake the whole world

And create a pause 

In the sound

Maybe even crack 

Some smiles

Because that is why

I am alive.