Why Write It Down - Unfinished

My overthinking mind means I need to express the first verse is just metaphor The poems that I write I hope will heal like wounds Scratching out the hurt And letting the air get to it Watch it scab over Trying not to pick at it The poems that I write Are pockets of venom expelled Maybe I've not written those yet I worry it will burn on regurgitation Isn't there advice about not inducing vomitting if you ingest bleach? The poems that I write Are light hearted and fun I write them for my friends Include a pun Sang them to my babies To encourage giggles and smiles The poems that I write Put myself on a page Myself I've refused to previously label Never truly reveal Decline to select my interests Rarely declare my favourite things The poems that I write Sometimes remain unread beyond the first line Symbolic of my persona at times That tries to put off potential interest That make people work too hard Seeks perseverance with me as evidence of my worth The poems that I write I hope will free me of a curse Expunge the black tar That made me heavy with doubt Explore the nonsense that clouds my mind Let me leave unnecessary hurt behind The poems that I write I want to free me outright So that my blessings will finally fill me with light Stop me screaming with fear in the middle of the night Remove this feeling of constant plight Make it true when I say I'm alright