Express Myself Or Die
It was either express myself or die
Broken wings so I can't fly
a big smile so the world couldn't see the tears I cried
It was either express myself or die
Walking my journey trying to decide what's worth the miles
I wasted tears over people who didn't deserve my smile
Raised in foster care and forced to face the bullies alone
Wondering if I'd ever get to speak to my dad when I'm fully grown
He was nowhere to be seen, his death didn't even make me sad
I didn't feel a loss, maybe because that's when I found my pad
A 15 year old with too many thoughts in his head to write a Haiku
She said she could tell I'm a genius without knowing my IQ
Staying to myself, I didn't like to play out
Depression locked me in a cage, poetry was my only way out
I was self-harming at the time, but at 20 I put the blade down
But my pad means so much to me I won't even rip a page out
my girl got mad because I never said I loved her but I love to write
I hold my pen close but I couldn't hug her tight
I wrote my pain down, didn't hide a thing and some judge me for it
But some will respect and love me for it
It was either express myself or die
Broken wings so I can't fly
a big smile so the world couldn't see the tears I cried
It was either express myself or die
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