Return of the Poet

This is the return of the poet I haven't sat with my pad in a while I've been stuck with writers block, so I've had to search for a motive I thought I was doing ok until my friend said she saw a lot of sadness in my smile I acted like I didn't know what she was saying but I did understand what she meant But egos get bruised when you question a man and his strength The way people judged me for my breakdown you would think they had me on trial But I've realised you can still have a great finish even if you're bad for a mile I've been struggling recently, writers block was Killing me at night I forgot about my ability to write So many ups and downs, I've just been looking for some stability in life So many questions I ask myself, do I like this girl or am I just using her for healing me inside? Am I wrong for not understanding love yet and talking about such things I've only known love once or twice, I'm ashamed that I've had more one night stands and meaningless flings As I'm getting older I've realised all great men need a great woman on their team If you ever played chess, you'd know that the king needs to be protected by a queen Trust issues as I Grew up in foster care, so I never enjoyed christmas Never had my parents present, but I picked up a pen and realised I was gifted to heal from all of this pain and Demi Lovato are the only two things on my wishlist I gained the strength to stand tall and walk away from the demons I used to sit with Even on my good days I remember my hard days vividly Never was a ghetto boy, just a Hip-Hop fanatic who listens to Scarface religiously Hip-Hop has always been my light when the dark days visit me The sky is still beautiful even if some of the stars shape differently This is the return of the poet I've finally took the time to sit with my pad I'm slowly gaining confidence in my writing again, I've found my motive The poet and his pen are back