Tired of being
Drug down and beaten
Bruised and bleeding
Poetry is art
An escape for those who can't speak
For those who are scared
For those who can't get away
For the people who aren't here
Don't tell me that this isn't how I feel
Poetry is how I get away
An escape from the past
A way to express myself
No one can take this away
No one
And that's the best part
I don't need approval to write
It's me
My poetry is me
And each piece is a different experience
And I know you know what I'm talking about
When you write you free the demons
That eat you alive
You get rid of the secrets you hide
This is real. And this is Me.
