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Poetry Is My Life

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When I Started I Wasn't Heavily Involved..

But When I Turn To Poetry My Problems Were Solved..

I Felt A Hugh Boulder Lifted From My Chest..

I Found It Easier For Food To Digest..

I Found Myself Free Of The Stress..

So I Started To Write..

Night After Night...

Hours After Hours..

Writing Poetry In My Mind In The Showers..

Once Everything Started Piecing Together Like Jigsaw...

I Finally Truly Saw...

What I Was Stressing About..

So I Wrote Poetry To Let It Out..

Then People Started Saying I Was Nice..

So I Started Writing Never Thought Twice..

Never Thought Maybe Its Not For Me..

Or Maybe I'm Not Good Enough For Poetry..

So I Sat Back And Thought..

About Obstacles In My Life I Fought..

Obstacles I Over Came..

How Everyday My Life Changes Its Never The Same..

Thought About All The Sacrifices I Made..

And How My Past Still Haunts Me It Doesn't Fade..

Failures Occurred One After Another Like Cascade..

So I Knew I Would Have To Be Strong...

For As However Long...

Cause I Been Alone All Along..

No One To Help Me With The Fight..

So Night After Night..

I Stay Up Stare At The Street Light..

Hoping To Find A Idea...

But Every Idea I Came Near..

Got Cut Before I Can Process It In My Mind..

With Every Dead End I Hit I Started Becoming Blind..

Thought Everything Was Just A Lost Cause..

Its Like My Life Pressed Pause..

To Help Me Regain My Power...

Hour After Hour..

I Would Write Down A Few Lines...

Process The Rhymes..

See If They Were Good Enough..

See If The Words Were To Rough..

But Everything I Write Is True..

Its The Only Thing I Know How To Do..

So Every Time I Feel Boxed In..

Poetry Is Where I Clock In..

It Feels Like A Nine To Five..

But It Makes Me Feel Alive..

It Helps Me With The Strive..

Just To Survive The Depression..

I Turn To It For A Suggestion...

So I Don't Ask Myself Question After Question..

It Helps Me Find The Answer..

So It Doesn't Eat At Me Like Cancer..

My Life Is Poetry..

Mediocrity Seems Low To Me..

Perfection Is Only Acceptable..

Anything Else Then Perfect Is Noncollectable...

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