The meaning

When I start to speak, some people seem to be afraid

They don't understand the words coming from the page

It's deeper than the eyes can see

Like a lake that's filled with algae

My emotions are hardly ever shown

Without poetry they'd never be known

An art of such devine expression

The exposition of such neglection 

As I write it starts to all fall out

Like a rainy day after a year long drought 

I would not be where I am today

If poetry didn't save the day