As the rain comes down on my window pane,
I took a look at the world and I could see the pain,
I could feel the pain!
They need a change,
So I'll be the pill that could ease the migraine.

I'm beautiful
You've told me all evening
and will tell me all night
but will I still be beautiful
*in the morning?

Of the top of my head I'll write this to you,
hoping that somehow you'll feel what I'm feeling too-
this excited, fairytale ending kind of feeling,
this sense of belonging amongst other writer's such as myself internal healing.
For eternity I'll be bleeding,
on each page with my words, whether or not you realize its worth,
I'll bleed.
I'll be me,
Yes, indeed,
I'll be the poet I was born to be.

You'll see...