Reasons

by writer1997

May 31, 2013

I live a life full of pain I can't say it to anyone The heart ache The bullies No hope Written words are all I can use. People think I make this up I don't The feelings The power The emotions All of it's real I let it all go When I write, it comes out Writing saves me The writing molds me It sends me to a place, Where people care and give me a chance When you see a poem Made with emotion and experience You fall into a portal It takes you to their world That's why I write To escape To let go To. Be. Free.

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I have been through situations in my life that some would say make me stronger. They made me wise, they made me cry, the took away all my hope. But I'm still living. Poetry is my way to express myself. Besides music, it's all I have. I'm here because I found a place where I can be recognized for my poems and not my experiences. When I won't be judged because of what happened to me. Other than that you'd be surprised at how happy I seem. I'm outgoing I'm hyper I'm not allowed to have sugar because I'm so hyper I'm caring I'm helpful I care for others more than myself I have high expectations and dreams Music is my life This is me and if you can't except it than leave.

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