The best way to cope is not with pills or tears

Simply a pen and paper with a dash of rhyme

They want a glimpse of my inner workings

They wish to probe my mind

Do they know, that even I don't know, the happenings inside?

My heart in form of ink

My thoughts in certain fonts 

A poem is a piece of me

If not written, would have been lost

With every word I write

I begin to see myself

It has taught me who I am

To this day I'm still learning