I became a poet when the hurt was too deep
When I stood out from the crowd like a black sheep
When in the mirrors reflection, I did not like what I saw
When I saw in myself an abundance of flaws
That is when I took to pen and to ink
To release my ideas of what I thought and I think
My poems are my savior
The releasing of pain
My thoughts on to paper
That help me explain
What it is in my mind that I must refrain
That I shouldn’t feel awkward or even ashamed