When times get
Hard, the going gets writing.
And the times are hard, but
Things get worst before they get any better.
As a bruise is when it's healing.
Coming from a young person with no where to go,
As I run from this creature.
This big, dark creature who's
Chasing me, there's no where to
Hide, or so it thinks...
Down the street...nope, it's right behind me.
On the roof...nah, it's there too.
No where to turn,
No where to go, oh but wait...
I got my secret place, but damn it! It's
Even there as well--in my writing. In my place.