Recently, I've been tired of only writing about heartbreak,
It was a way to cope with my heart when it would ache,
So I started to show a different side of me,
An ugly side that was recently set free,
I would write about the worst things I could think about,
Then I could think of worse so I would continue to spout,
Out negative events that would trigger negative feelings,
And compel negative actions through terrible meanings,
It's easy to write when there's an intense impression,
That you keep feeling so poems put out in rapid succession,
Poem after poem, they're all displaying depression,
And then a friend came by and decided to mention,
That there is a different way to plot your poems,
Act like its a freestyle rap and let your mind roam,
Say what you think and write what you say,
The good, the bad, the straight, the gay,
But all that came through, day after day,
Was the bad and ugly, the black and the grey,
No good thoughts would ever come about,
Just words that made people cry or pout,
Or just get uncomfortable and stop reading,
On my terrible words, your mind was feeding,
I need to make people feel good about themselves,
Make them feel powerful and like there's a way to help,
Or completely solve every problem,
Or maybe I could just sit and rob them,
Of their good days and just write what I want,
I don't care if it pays, It's just to soothe the night,
Terrors and morning traumas,
Away with the fake people and their drama,
Now I'm going to go **** a llama.