A poet is an artist
Doesn't matter their name
Their story is the same
They went through so much pain
It almost left them lame
So they must explain
All of their pain

I thank the pain
For making me
The man I am
It gives me reason
To write the rhymes
That help so much
To stop this heart
From aching so much

little girl so naive
falls for the traps
she can never leave
must always relapse

falls for the boy
becomes his toy
and never knows
he leaves tomorrow

she waits for him
under the stars
her eyes dim
an unhealed scar