Poem On Poems

Poems
Oh how nice they may seem
With rhyming words and schemes
But really
This is a disguise
For what lies behind

Poems
Are slurred words
In anger, fear
Happiness or sadness
We inflict pain onto the paper
Making the pen bleed ink

The paper rips
Our eyes flow
Diamonic rivers
The emotions build up
And some make wounds
To bleed life's liquid

All for a poem...