My Words Are True

My poems are powerful The words are strong But listen my friend No word is wrong A varied life, that much is true But this is me, like you are you Not every-ones life is good and rosey That's why I hate people, who are very nosey I write these words to clear my head But I still think of them, even in bed Theres things in the past, I cant push away So they stay in my head, my past is to stay I done some things, that's been real bad And when I look back it makes me feel sad Theres nothing I do that eases the pain so I live my past again and again I done my time, I paid the price And all I do now, is try to be nice But being nice can make you weak And people talk, like I am some kind of a freak,