Infinity of Twenty-Two

Twelve months of feeling twenty-two
In my twelve months, I was feeling blue
In my past months, it was like I'm pasted in a glue
In my twenty-three, wishing for something brand new.

Twenty two began not in one, but on two
When my thoughts reach its beyond, vulnerability I fought.
Alright, then it was made up whole again,
Since on the six, I reached for something I deserve to gain.

The world took me a picture with the star,
A star with huge galaxy, it flutters my heart
The six was my favorite, since it took me a beautiful picture
Yet on its eight, the glass shattered again, it broke my whole figure.

I thought I would be feeling new
It has been long enough, finally I reach the twenty-two.
But then again, I was blue,
Since I'm in a new club, not where I used to.

Folks were asking about how my two years went,
I answered telling them I was somehow blessed,
But then they made me realize the contrary,
Saying, aren't the two years enough, do you need another one to make it three?

It continued 'til it was nine.
I was asking myself, my dear, why?
Aren't the time enough, the two years passed by?
Now I'm soaked in blood and tears for making another alibi.

So when I was a ten, I saw one thing I thought of eleven,
But then I turned out to be a seven
So, I was back again on my thoughts, usual bad club,
So might as well try it again once I'm eighteen when I'll be out of my tub.

Alright then it was made up whole again.
I felt so new yet another hill comes, another pain.
On the ten, I was thriving for validation,
On the eleven, I reached it with my own action.

Now, it's the twelve, finally I reached the last number,
But my body was the one who became number
Another beautiful picture of four,
It became three because someone cut the one who made it four.

Now on twelve, I'm stucked here in an awful shell,
The folks mocks me for being with my thoughts
It was so bad but I'm fine, I told you I was numb,
but I wish for something, when will the day comes when I don't need to be a dumb?

Scrolling over my rough screen
Feeling bad because I realized I'm in a pathetic skin
I saw someone there, turning another page
Yet I'm here stuck on my thirteenth age.

Twenty-two on twelve, feels like infinity
A folk always break my room of reverie
I don't need a club, I need a home,
So I hope in twenty-three, I will find something I've been looking for.