The Inner Poet in Me

When you go through things You see alot of things Experience things But you somehow live through the things You experience sorrow But you live to see tomorrow And in this time it shows you How to live and not mourn though The Good and the bad You see a pen and paper And automatically your no longer sad You write it out An hour done went by and soon it's out Looking over I want to shout Now you see that it's kinda like a story Or maybe a song Shoot for a second I thought Tupac Shaker My rhymes so tight I might make it tight A tight hit I mean And then it hit me I'm a poet Some of you will know what I mean hi