Poetry & I
When you feel too much to speak
Just close your eyes and dream
Of a place you feel strong and free
That is what poetry is to me
When no one understands
Pick up a paper and a pen
Write all your troubled thoughts upon here
Poetry has been my lending ear
All that I've been through on a piece of paper
I lay here like an open book
With nothing to hide or be ashamed of
Poetry gave me strength when no one else would
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