Damn these people

Everyone who reads my poems says,
I know this I've read this, I understand you well,
They say I'm farsighted, I understand life well.
What they do miss is the turmoil boiling within.
The hatred to love, The abomination to friendship,
How can they know what I mean to say,
If they haven't been there,
Haven't experienced the pain.
I have been through those tortures,
So-called situations in life.
I've bared all that I write,
Those are no made-up words.
It is poetry from the heart,
Deep within where it's dark.
It is a reflection of turmoil not presentable in prose,
Poetry I choose to reveal to others......
What I think of myself and deem those others...