Poem (Hamiliton inspired yuh huh) - mi clase de historia :p

As seasons changed and life went on, Writing became his new song, Alexander Hamilton was his name, He was the one that wrote 51 essays, He made it be made for our freedom he did floosish plays, Can we blame him for us he wrote 51 essays, A pen by his side as if it was his right hand man, A paper always to be signed, This became his new design, He trapped himself trying to find his new mind. Trying to Prove himself righteous this damned him for all to see including his beloved Eliza to weep. 

 He sits alone at night 

Isolated in his own mind, trapped in his own world trying to make it come to life, Destroyed himself along the way, But thats okay, Many came to realize he was a fool but had the intelligence way beyond their mind, He was the one chosen to be apart of the Constitutional Convention , Hopes and Aspirations came along his pathway, Didn't take long for them to get destroyed, However, Burr made it quick for him to go, He was a fool to take that shot. I think He realized that as he fell, as he took that shot, his goals and his Eliza flashed before his eyes. Oh, he realized it was time for him to go, Trapped inside his own world.