This is my life
Secluded in my mind, there are thoughts of a time,
A time where I didn't worry.
A time thoughts of evil, frustration, and scrutiny had me feeling blurry;
So I scurried,
back into my hole of oblivion, I didn't have anyone
not even a single friend.
I see smiling faces but then again,
even the most beautiful creatures have malicious intentions within.
Poetry became my friend.
It didnt hiss any venemous words my way
or criticize what I was going to say
but let my pen pierce its paper as I let out what was held in.
A true friend.
When I doubted everyone around understanding what I truly felt,
the words played on my paper as if I were a child playing on a jungle gym.
It made sense
at that moment in time.
It took me back to my childhood,
a simpler rhyme.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
poetry is always here for you.
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