What poetry has taught me is how to be true,

Even though sometimes I haven't a clue.

When I feel upset or mad,

I pick up my pencil and paper pad.

I write down my worries, my future, my fears,

I write them down until I can stop the tears.

Poetry gave me a way to lose stress,

A way to stop being in distress.

From fake friends

Burnt ends

Forgotten promises

Fake dominance.

Poetry has gotten me through it all,

And now I sit back and wait for my final call.