the thing that helped me most was poetry

i had lost. a competition of popularity

pissed, i picked up my guitar and a pen for some clarity

and locked myself up in my room 'cuz i needed solidarity

i knew of no other way to get rid of my disparity.

 

as teenage angst and confusion took over me

the only way to be fine for me was to write poetry

 

thinking of the exact moment of disbelief

actually made me sigh a sigh of relief

 

because from everything and everybody who made me feel lame,

writing my heart out helped me not give myself the blame

and i remember when i started out i wanted to do it for the fame

but now for me, it calms my energy and everything's okay

This poem is about: 
Me

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