I miss the way it all felt.
The way the pain inside began to melt.
How I was never lost while I was writing.
Even through the struggle I was still fighting.
But everyones against me.
Nobody seems to be able to see.
All of the pain that I release.
Every poem of mine happiness begins to increase.
They made me feel like I did wrong.
For posting my feelings all day long.
But I don't see what the problem is.
None of this was any of their business.
The words that I type set me free.
I don't have to act on what I try to be.
Every sentence thats here is the real me.
But thats just something that they can't see. -
