Poetry...

These words I say,
express my soul,
some say there sad,
I say they make me almost whole.

Cause when they world is against everything I do,
I can always write,
Cause the paper,
never puts up a fight.

I can cry,
and i won't have to worry about fake sympathy,
I can write a sad poem,
and not have to worry about everyone asking if its about me.

** short I know but I don't have a lotta time right now **