There's so much on my mind
So many feelings ready to erupt
I just want to let them all out
but I know nobody would understand.
So I sit in my room
I try to clear my thoughts
But they just won't go away.
There's nobody to turn to in a situation like this
How do I keep them inside?
Finally I grab a pen
And write down exactly what I feel.
Whether it rhymes or not
I still call it my poem.
Poetry helps to get it all out
Without screaming my emotions
Especially when no on wants to hear.
Poetry gives me freedom
The freedom to speak without a sound.
Give me paper and a pen
And I will explain my whole life
In just a few words.
Poetry lets me be me
With no one else to judge.
Poetry helps to set me free.
I love this.i know exactly how you feel.. sometimes people just don't understand so i just get out paper or pen or i just open microsoft and i write it all out in a poem.well done!
