Worth It

I am the writer of my life.

Each year is a chapter.

Shutting is an enigma.

You think you know me

for you leafed a few pages

at a… some ergodic hour?

Dear, my life is a comedy.

I am the single protagonist.

Every wink is a mystery.

Some might be not, nor even

a background appearance.

Ignore their noise. Worth it.

Even the sun and the moon

reacts at how warmly or icy

I am, while rain admires at how

freshly or stormy is me, again.

I've been conjugated by love

and I conjugate love still.

I made bad choices and likely,

I'll do it still. I frown and laugh.

You think you know me, just cos

I am the poet of this poetry.

 Dear, stop doing what you do.

Don't make me laugh so muchly.