When I write, and people read,
It makes the see what's inside me.
I hear some laugh, I see few cry.
But never has one passed on by.
To ignore my talent, and see one's heart.
'Cause everyone's so curious of some one's part;
I never rhymed and kept a rhythm
But always shown what's felt so hidden.
I commence to see all good in me,
And how bad I want, for all, to see;
Writing deep helps heals once bruised.
And mend the demons that once kept free.
Don't worry now, the key is gone.
Forever will they hide in the dark;
And hang their head in shame all day.
One year, and realize the pain they blamed.
JACKAZZ SWANER Community Member 
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