How my fingers tremble

How my fingers tremble
As I summon up these words
That no one else can see
And can't always be heard
How the world seems to go mute
As I double every key
On the locks of my thoughts,one for you, one for me
How I feel in the pit of my heart
That one day everything will go right
Oh, it drives me crazy
To know I'm falling to my plight
And yet I keep writing
When I am at school
And then at home start typing
Not following the rules
Because the gift that these poems grant unto me
Is the gift to feel what no one can see
And splash it onto paper where others can read
And for once smile when I hear good things
About my unique poetry
For once I can be who I want
I don't have to move about
I just need some paper and a pen
No need to even shout

If I feel like a shadow
I can run to here
Where whatever I see makes me move slow
For I am what they fear

If only my friendships
Had been kept forever as I wished
And not departed
They are the ones I mostly miss

Sometimes if I'm in a good mood
Funny stuff will definitely make me laugh
The jokes,the puns,the giggles
If only my own humor could I match

If I could write my entire life
I think I'd put it here
From when I was a little baby
To my almost thirteen years

If I haven't learned a lesson
I'd definitely argue
I've read almost all of the great poems
And they taught me a lesson or two

If only love was this easy
I'd probably be married by now
But that emptiness is still here
And I don't know how

If only nature could be the way
I picture it in my eyes
Oh for joy I'd jump,I'd pray
And tell the city goodbye

If only there was a way to cure depression
The ones here showed me how
And thanks to them and my friends
I am not dead
I bet the demons in he11 say wow

If only in the special events
I did not cheer them on
How come they always warm my heart
And make me want to sing a song?

I'm thankful to all the different versions
Of soft or hardcore poetry
That have turned me into something different
So I can find the strength to still be me
Even though the world
Is turning little girls
Into street _______s at age 10
I hope I never am turned into that
I do not want to look like them
Thanks to poems and art,I can express myself

The world has taught me something
All because of poetry
Which has become my favorite hobby
And with it I feel sweet

But are you still wondering
How I manage to carry on?
It's because each of you show me
What's right and what's wrong
So I don't hang out with the wrong crowd
Or actually reduce
I hope I will always carry this wonder
So if one day must I use
Even if the world
May one day crash on me
I hope that forever
I can hold on to poetry
For my life
My death
And in between
For sure
So I'll always be me
Even if I've just been in a fight
I retreat to here
Even if I've just finished sleeping
I wake up to the computer so near
I tremble as a new thought
Comes inside my head
And to those around me
They just feel my cheeks go red
Because images are always in my heart
And when they touch me I know just where to start
With one word
And a bit of paper
I make a story come to life
Thank you for reading
And taking the time
Goodbye.