How i am

I am the backdrop of the house and the over thinker.
I wonder who God consulted while making the World.
I hear myself talk with myself if you’re boring
I see the stage that will house me while I give in my all.
I want a Mercedes Benz that can take me out of trouble.
I am the backdrop of the house and the over thinker.

I pretend to forget what I have forgiven
I feel overwhelmed with the problems tied to my head
I touch the first parents of alphabets when I gesticulate
I worry that humans forget humanity is precedent.
I cry for how I used to love with my all.
I am the backdrop of the house and the over thinker.

Ruddapoet