My second attempt at an acrostic poem.
Lies hold some truth, but are you ready to hear...

Walking to the golden gates.
Looking at the ground nothing...

Missing you like crazy,
Loving you more than anything...

[Verse 1]
I'll always wait for you...

Staring at the stars,
nothing seems to fit...

As guilt washed across your face,
I felt the end of my life drawing near...

[Verse 1]
The anger that lays beneath...

Outside my window,
there is a world of pain...

Dear Mother,
I am who, I am. I am not changing for you. Mother...

I've been phlegmatic,
I've been dramatic like I'm in a play...

I am a writer of poetry.
And I am a friend when you need a hand...

Do you see the lost of a childhood?
Do you know the unexplainable nightmares...