I had a billion words to say
a billion emotions to express
a billion burdens to dump
a billion manacles to unchain
uncountable encounters with pain
I had a gruesome past to escape
the taunting memories it brought
So one day I caught chalk & wrote.
& that became my very first poem
a billion happy sad stories to tell
tales of how I've been through hell
scary nightmares to overcome
& someone in the wait to become
so I held on the rope of my talent
and I started to rhyme, with time
some people claimed I'm a poet
I had nothing to tell them I was
So I became what they saw
but deep within I'm just
the troubled soul and
a combat fighting wars...
battling a madness
and this is just
my dose...deep
within I'm still
who I was.