I use to share poems with my name attached
but then I was told I should stop
so my name was detached
because the statement made my confidence drop.
What if she was right?
Was I just wasting my time
when I tried to write
and make it rhyme?
So, I completely quit.
I gave up something I love
because someone made me feel unfit
but the desire is not something I could get rid of.
The words would dance in my brain
as I tried to drift off to sleep
but the separation created more pain
and time made it run deep.
The words would slowly ooze out of me
I would try to stop them
but it made me feel so free
and I realized keeping them contained was dumb.
It made a broken heart even more soar
because I tried to keep it all in
but it put my mind and emotions at war
and there was no way for me to win
Her words were hard to ignore
I never expect a pat on the back.
It wasn’t something I had asked for
but I also didn’t expect an attack.
I have to write
even if people hate it
maybe their the ones who need sight
maybe their the ones who are unfit.
Maybe they don’t understand the emotions that run deep within the soul
because they try to hide it away
but letting it out is the only way to feel whole
and not turn into decay.
You see, I don’t really have a choice
because it’s the only way to free my heart
and feel like I have a voice
when I’m falling apart.