Understanding

These words come easy I must admit I wrote the last one while having a s**t I do not care if they're liked or not It helps me focus, I was losing the plot. I started writing for me not you Of course I'd love it if it helped a few. I'm just trying to get these words out of my head It's better than wishing that I was dead. Three or four poems a day I'm on My anxiety has nearly gone. When complimented I can't help but smile I'm on top again for a while. These versus I'm not sure even I understand I'm not the one guiding my hand. I let the words flow and flow Where they go I don't really know. I wondered lonely as cloud was the only poem I ever read And even those words never stuck in my head. I do know if I'm breaking any rules I try to be understood by the fools. Hopefully my words you'll see Come from my heart they come from me.