Me

This is the gift God gave me, The only one I know, He gave me words, And the ability to use them just so. I discovered it, When I was so very young, Always speaking of pain, heartache, And the setting sun. Emotion is what it is, That seems to make it flow, The compromise if heart and mind, That makes you think you know. My inner thoughts and fears, Are here in these words, lost in the lines, These are my thoughts and emotions, In there deepest disguise. It makes people wonder, And makes me want to know, Just what you're thinking, As you read the words I've wrote. Do they make you smile, Or maybe even cry, Do you laugh at the confusion, Or understand why? Should I publish this, Or flush it down the commode, Read it to friends, Or just simply let it alone? This is my life in a nutshell, Utter chaos word for word, These are the things I'm thinking, And this is the life I'm leading. This is where my crazy story ends, But look for me tomorrow, And I'll tell it, All over again!