When I was younger, I went through a lot of crap.
I didn't know how to express my feelings.
My emotions, my life, everything was out of wack.
I was bullied.
I had thoughts of suicide.
I almost gave up on life,
but then I realized that I could rhyme.
I was good with words, reading, and grammar before...
But poetry just opened up a whole new door.
I kept writing down my thoughts on the paper,
tried to convey what I wanted to say.
But you've heard this all before, right?