My poems are mine,
Something i don\'t have to share,
Everything in my mind,
On paper, because,
No one else cares.
I sit alone in my room,
Writing what i\'ve been through,
My troubles,
My fears,
Down to every last tear.
My poems are a way of release,
For the bad times in this life,
But, good times too,
So at the end of each day,
I sit alone writing everything i\'ve been through.
