I am a poet, an artist, I speak the words that I feel. It's a path that I take, my journey to heal. Words kill, but mines save, words die but mines are graced. See that look on your face, take a pace or two, You never thought anyone could understand what you go through, but i do. I am a painter without paints but my colors are my words, my pen is my paint brush, art not seen but heard. Every word, a different color, every sentence a different beat. Painted top to bottom, my head down to my feet. I am a poet, a writer, with only a pen and some paper. You might not understand me now, but you will understand me later.