Tell me how to end the story
When the plot runs heavy
And I’ve lost all the glory.

All of my years
Spent trying to fit in
I feel alone on this stage
Alien to my own skin.

No one told me,
If I shouted out loud,
That all of my worries would
Catch me from the crowds

An nobody told me,
Sifting through clouds,
That in chasing heaven
I resembled a clown.

So if you hate me now,
Go on and give me your worst advice
I’ll take your daggers,
If only I can end this life.

I speak the thoughts
that must be said
the ones my poet
has in her head.

Her pen has carved
emotion into my pages
her love and passion
her worries and rages.

Why must I always express,
the assortment of emotions
she always wants to suppress,
whenever she's under stress?

I figured out a solution,
that'll save me and every tree
all poetkind would love it...
did I mention that it's free?

It's called Hello Poetry!