My Friend


I'm writing because I'm angry.

I'm writing because I'm sad.

I'm writing because I'm lost.

I'm writing because I'm mad. 

Words are my escape.

It is like they understand.

I can express my true feelings,

with no reprimand. 

I can dream through words.

I can also lie.

Words can keep secrets.

They will never ask why. 

Writing is my friend,

that somehow talks to me.

It lets out everything.

It lets me be free. 





Writing has always been my my way of expressing my true feelings. This poem explains how words have been there for me like a friend when I was in need. If I get this scholarship I plan on using it towards my tuition for school. Thanks to all who reads this piece of poetry and for your time. 

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