Where have you been my whole life
I found my old time love Poetry
My soul sings at thy opportunity
To show apart of me that I choose to hide from the world
Because I'm not the type to say what's on my mind
Hold everything to myself let no one know how I think or feel
Poetry is the only way I know to  free myself and deal with everything that goes on in my head, before I explored from my own bitter insanity

Its my poetic justice my right to express myself