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