I don't plan,
I don't choose the number of syllables,
I just write.

My rhymes are rare,
I don't plan them,
If they come,
They're there,
Cuz I just write.

If something comes to mind,
I just write.

It's all from my mind,
With inspiration from my heart,
So I write.

I don't get writer's block,
I get an empty heart,
In those times,
I don't write.

I'm not a poet,
I'm just that girl,
Who writes,
Cuz it's hard for her to speak,
And it's easier to,
*Just write.

Never being genuinely happy
Is the price for intelligence

with a deep breath i lay down
in defeat, accepting my fate
these days it seems that nobody
really gives a **** about me
i've become something of an
afterthought, forgotten until it's
convenient for someone to talk
to me

it hurts a little in the way of rejection
although i know i shouldn't let it get
to me

it hurts