To paint a picture with words
To express what occurs
When we feel love
Is a gift from above
And yet it’s not
If we think about it a lot
It drives us crazy
Makes a hazy
Cloud of confusion
If there’s no fusion
Between our thought
And the way we talk
When we’re trying to connect
With people we want to protect
The people we love tense
They put up a fence
When we can’t express
That we love them no less
Than from here to the moon
It sounds like a bad tune
People will leave
While we seethe
We didn’t know what to say
Before they walked away
Because words are hard
They leave us scarred
Full of pain
Like an acid rain
They pierce like a knife
Laced with strife
And so we bleed
Our agony freed
But as it begins to clot
The feelings just stop
They’re trapped with no flow
No where to go
So we write
Write to make it right
Because sometimes when we’re alone
We’re more prone
To our walls breaking down
So we cry but make no sound
Through our pen and paper
The only way to taper
The walls
They fall
And so we feel
Our skin peels
Leaving what we are
No matter how scarred
Sometimes rhymes and profanity
Are the only way to maintain our sanity
To remind us that we are all one
Yet uniformity has been undone
That we are all beautiful in our own way
That none of us are perfect, and that’s okay