My Life In My Hand - 17/01/2006

I do something in the wrong,
And its bad,
But I do something kind,
And its thrown back, a still everyones mad.

Maybe I'm the worse person,
Maybe I don't deserve anything,
A family, friends, a lover, happiness,
Now I only have one wing.

Expressing my emotions,
Showing me love,
Killing my anger,
Crying my sorrow, everything I write of.

Showing my friends,
How I feel,
Showing I'm only human,
Poems are how I deal.

Poetry the only way,
I can heal,
Expressing my fears to my loves,
Where everything is real.

My poems may hurt,
I'm sorry, but thats not enough,
I mess up, while not knowing,
Who looks, and everything get tough.

My poems get deleted,
Thrown away,
But nothing ever right,
But poetry is my way.

©Elisha L. Brain