I think

my thoughts uncontrollable

swirling twirling whirling

Therefore I am

living my life concave

sinking shrinking chinking

I think

never what I want

worrying hurrying scurrying

But wish that I am not

Poetry is the doorway to the soul

And I’ve left a welcome mat

when I empty myself to the world

and smile all the way through

I finally feel beautiful

Sticks and stones you noticed as the result

Of the words that always hurt me

Poetry confuses me

With so many rules I don’t understand

But when you take that all away

Poetry sets me free

If I had a thought

I’d keep it to myself

I wouldn’t tell you

Or anyone else

I’d hold it in my heart

And keep it warm there

Until the moment when

It withers and dies

Like all others thoughts

Then I’d lay it to rest

In the graveyard that is my mind

You said ‘tell me your sins and I’ll help you repent’

But my greatest sin is hating myself

So when I die

Where do I go

Every time I start to like myself

I come in and mess it all up