I write from the soul but have no clue what it is
I try and show you my spirit but it lives within
I love all of life but I\'m not married to the thought
I give forgiveness but I\'m not putting up with all sorts
I see my anger and use it to write my peace from
I have frustration and always try to build upon
I practice patience but still get way out of control
I have many words I like to express all the time
I used to keep them in solitude locked in my mind
I know my ego has shown me I can handle it alone
I acknowledge that selflessness found me a home