Therapeutic
I write when it’s darkest at night
when it’s finally in the the A.M.
These are the nights when I’m not causing mayhem
The nights when I’m truly by myself
Feeling lonely and no one talk to, I don’t need any one’s help
I touch my marker tip, felt,
down to that notepad
my depression cure, I don’t need any prozac
I look in the mirror, and say “I write for the people like you”
“I write for those who’s happiness is past due.”
“You deserve the best, and this is all just a test”
I write because it’s always been a natural skill of mine
I hope I could become famous, I hope I can shine
the gym and writing always seem to get my out of a psychological bind
This is my therapy, this makes my attitude, merrily