Like therapy
I do it so I can sleep at night
It’s a raw energy
That would kill me if it stayed inside
I’m not crazy
At least the way you think
It haunts me
Like PTSD
It’s like throwing up
I have to get it out
GET IT OUT
The pain of what could have been
It should have been something
No one could know how much I can’t control my anger
You would be surprised by my calm demeanor
How my anxiety eats me alive
And I want more than anything to be famous
But I see one of the greatest storytellers dragged through the dirt because she shares her writing with the world
All her secrets out in the open
If she didn’t write her stories everyone else would
It should scare me but it doesn’t
I want to be something great
But all people do is look at our battle scars and blame us
So I write my poetry and hide it
M.A.P
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