nothing coming in mind,
i always came up with some plan,
but today was different.

maybe that was because i now know what poetry is,
it aint just some art ,its something living.
its a painkiller to those with injured hearts,
its a depressant to those with crying thoughts,
its the ***** to the stressed ,weeping ,worried.

life is a drawing board and you have the brush ,paint a beautiful picture.
dont care about anything and you definitely wont have worries,
who cares who will like my poem or not,
according to sarah i should just be me, be yourself.
share what your inner voice is telling you,
dont be shy tell them your problems too
write it all as long as its true.

poetry might be my way out,
let me be an addict at least i will die from something i could live without.
put your emotions into it and spice it up with metaphors
and when you are done go show that very person who said you couldnt.

know yourself ,
know where you from ,
know where you stand,
and you wil definitely know you are heading.