Writing
So here I am writing againTrying to free the words from my mind
Is it proof of wisdom?
Is it to prove I am smart?
Is it to proof I am gifted?
Or to prove I can create art?
Its for me to try to know
Or never to find out
Is it my therapy?
My inner counseling?
Proof I am weak?
Or knowing I am a fool?
Letting people know my feelings
Reading lryics of my fears
Laughing its not them
At least they cant see my tears
Maybe its none of those things
Maybe its all
Either way it is what it is
My inner strength, when I feel small
Exercising my inner demons
Freeing my soul
Giving into my foolish temptations
Trying to feel whole
Laugh or cry
I am who I am
I hope to never change
Maybe its hard to comprehend
Tough to understand and even strange
Its my life
One I have to live
In the end I am happy
I have a gift, God chose to give
D.B. Johnson
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