Two Inside.

how could this be simple words written by me some people who read call it poetry, how is this so, I write of things I say I know, if any one knew I'd lie and say no, words in my hands words because I can, words I hide for I fill no one will understand from the lows to the highs, these are words that fly; as I laugh and wish I could cry two people struggling with in as I write I fill it like a cool wind then back to the other again why is it this way humbled by life as I pray no one knows the words I write I can not say. so to you who seen what I hide this is how I get by words letters and notes...that's why.