Not a very nice poetry....
I don't find any beauty in my sadness
But I weave a verse and turn it into magic
I feel so lost, so low
But I don't make show
I pretend I'm so strong
But then at midnight
I cave in.
I don't find any beauty in my madness
I have to help myself escape it
The best poetry I wrote
Was broken rhythmic
So called prose
May I didn't even know
How to write, but I was feeling low....