Words and stanzas,
grammar and lines.
This is poetry,
the work of the mind.

Fingers flying,
darting across keys.
A way of the mind,
a lot about me.

Expressions of words,
experience, thoughts and feelings.
Reading between the lines,
finding secret meanings.

This is what I do,
why I was put on the earth.
To express the truth,
even if it hurts.

I'll never stop writing,
showing it to the world.
Letting them look,
into the life of a girl.

A little dark and scary,
but it's me non-the-less.
I may be smiling on the outside,
but deep down I'm a mess.

I'm expressing myself,
even to a stranger unknown.
Having someone comment and relate,
knowing I'm not alone.

If you don't like it,
well honey don't read.
This is the truth,
and this is me.