Words kept rolling and rolling around in my head.
My thoughts weren't straight and wanted to bend
My reality slowly shifting as I kept breaking down
No one could help me all alone In the crowd.

In school there was an assignment
Where we had to write a poem
This poem was telling about where we came from.
It was so easy to get the flow of the writing. I was the first one done without even trying.
The teacher lover it so much that she said I've got a talent with a mind that can't rush.

So since that day poetry has been my crutch
When I need to breathe grab a pen and watch.
The words flow through my brain in such a rush.
It's a wonder how I don't mess up.
It feels good to have poetry by my side
Now in the end my thoughts can be in more of a line