Expressing Yourself

Some people buy those books, That are found at those stores. The books are hidden in nooks, And in cracks in the floors. Their feelings are displayed in the journal, Because they don't want anyone to see. Their thoughts are preserved there, eternal; Expressed in the book, and feelings set free. But I myself have a different way To show how I'm feeling at the time. I have my own way of how to say What I'm thinking: in a rhyme. I started rhyming for a class Because it was a grade But then when time came to pass My poetry did not fade. I write now because it's fun; I write now because I want to. I write and write until I'm done, And I see a poem brand new. The words in front of me are mine And sometimes I feel worn out But even though I'm tired, I don't whine: It's a good-tired, so I don't pout. My feelings are written in rhyme And I keep on writing them Because I know that over time I'll value my poems like gems So next time you are mad Or hopefully, you're okay, Don't just mope and be sad, Instead, express your feelings in this way.