I always cried myself to sleep to release the pain
And that's when poetry became my everything
A young teenage girl lost in the world full of emotions and fears
So at night her pillows are soaked a face full of tears
Her parents don't and won't understand her so why even try
A guy breaks her heart in a blink of an eye
She hides behind her pen and paper because that's her therapy
Because for once in her life she said "It's OK to be"
When I write my dear poetry she doesn't speak back
Criticize, put me down, or any of that
She just sits there all pretty in between her crispy blue lines and space
And allows me to scribble, doodle, and even erase
When I'm hurt when I'm scared when I've lost my soul
I can even rip her up, destroy her, start a new return to an old
She allows me to express myself in every shape and form
My comfort buddy in the night
No lamp just a mini flash light
In the mist of a storm
She allows me to escape the reality of the struggling girl
Like long night shifts at work, money issues, transportation, or just everyday remorse
She doesn't even complain when I babble about a hard college course
But one thing she has done is been there through it all the good, the bad, the ugly, and the beautiful that not everyone could see
The different forms and shapes of me
So I thank her and love her for allowing me to be me
She knows I'm not perfect and from the naked eye anyone could see
But from the beginning, the middle, and even the end
She will always be like a best friend
MY EVERYTHING...