Really is that what you see A broken human more likely Searching for what's inside oneself Forgetting that heart on the shelf
Crying in the dark For that one spark To soar them higher And make themselves brighter
Hiding from society Giving in to anxiety Can't speak without a stutter Or act without a stomach flutter
Only finding safety in words written with ink Is like having your mind in a prison I think A written poem may sound lovely But stop and look more deeply
For a broken mind is complicated So everything it does must be translated Deeply studied and documented And see how bad their soul was tormented
So next time you read a poem Get the chance to read about them For a poets life is much different from yours And who knows you maybe the cure