Poetry...
My friend and confidant
When all ears are closed
And with I a pen in my hand
I let it all flow

All I can do is sit here
Pouring my feelings onto this paper
Watching as poetry unfolds
Revieling my aching heart,
My haunted souls
Providing a window into my soul
And an outlet for my haunted thoughts

A story of a shattered life beneath that smile
Story of unhealed wounds beneath that strong character
A heart so weak it couldn't take another pain
Poetry heals my every weakness
My vent, my confidant
A place where my reflections show
Flaws and All