Poems are made of sadness and pain.
of heavy down pours of hate and rain,
Poems are made when world gets wide
from a pain that cuts from side to side.
Poems are made of you and i,
of broken promises and rusty smiles.
Poems are made to **** my hate,
to **** the  ***** who carries my fate.
Poems are way to shut my rage,
to scribble and cry on an empty page.
Poems are made to keep me in place,
with a smile and a crown, living with grace.