Feelings of un-grander,

Misconseptions of the mind,

Thoughts of words, so slander...

Yet how can one seem so kind?

My head reaks of thoughts of hate,

Trauma that can't be left behind,

If such a thing is fate,

Then I transfer my thoughts onto several lines,

Bracefully, recovering sanity...

Its my only hope for peace in reality,

Without this, I'd be a dog rapped in chains,

Never to be set free,

Releasing constant thoughts onto several lines,

Patiently waiting... for peace to return to me