I like poetry, not very good

Writing is very hard for me

Words get juggled around in my head 

Never can get the words to do what I want

I love writing though

the jumbled words on the page mean something to me

It's like my bed

It's a shield from the world's taunt

It's a little get away

A place I can be me

with every word I'm being fed

I get into my bed and begin to dream