Some call it poetry 
I see it as words of strains 
Chains 
Pains 
Keys of thoughts 
Yet no doors around 
Confined in walls of lust 
I stand determined by love 
Not to love 
But by love 
I write as I find serenity in opening up to someone that i know will never leave me 
I call her pen and paper 
Ink and sheet 
A shoulder with no body 
Lifeless me rest's easy on it 
Content.
They goad 
But go.
Inhibition of confidence strikes a rock 
A rock of sadness 
Yet cement of determination 
I write 
I wrote 
I shall flourish 
I am who I am because of who I was 
A new me 
Watch me grow 
Vex me you shant 
Call me unaccustomed you shall.
"I AM -DBP"