a simple child i was born
unknown to travel far
soon i traveled to a fantasy land
a place beyond a star
with twists and turns that make no sense
and everything's to strange
ill close my eyes and pray to heavens
but nothing seems to change
fun while lasted it was great
but now i start to fear
will i ever get back from this twisted place
need to get out of here
can you hear me my cries are loud
maybe I'm too far
distance was further than i thought
this place was so bizarre
my ups were down and inside was out
my wrong was truly right
weird to be strong and courageous
normal filled with fright
the darkness is a place of safety
the light is a place of hate
a place in public where the differents go
to watch each other mate
the private comes into the open
without a single doubt
your thoughts are screamed at the top of your lungs
and your screams are sound without
you insult their ways of normality
and after you they chase
now is the time to find how
to escape this unhappy place
you run and hide but still no use
they know you don't belong
here they come to destroy you now
but you've been dreaming all along
Yes, write because it completes you, I may not be the greatest writer either but I also do if for joy. Be what you want, write what want and importantly make everything the way you want it.
I enjoyed reading this poem...