What poetry has taught me is how to be true,
Even though sometimes I haven't a clue.
When I feel upset or mad,
I pick up my pencil and paper pad.
I write down my worries, my future, my fears,
I write them down until I can stop the tears.
Poetry gave me a way to lose stress,
A way to stop being in distress.
From fake friends
Poetry has gotten me through it all,
And now I sit back and wait for my final call.