Once a upon of time I hated everyone, I didn't
Talk at all. I felt like a God of war battling myself
Internally, drowning in a sea of grief where Lucy
Started following me. You could see it on my
Face, nothing but hate and anger. I made so
Many strangers avoid engaging me with
Conversation, people thought I was crazy.
Maybe I was deranged, I flipped out in class
On people who was undeserving of the malevolence.
After many more events I met Tina Moore in
This state of rage, she saw my behavioral
Issues. She didn't see a tyrant she saw a gentle
Giant that's fighting the insecurities and the hidden
Misery that was buried deep in my heart. Ms. Moore
Made me find myself in the art of poetry, I could finally
Live again without aggression. I feel saved from the
Malevolent wave, now I am the poet you see today.
Bravo
For conquering your anger - I had to and on occasion have to tamp mine down - poetry is a great way to say. To speak from the head, how the eyes see, how to make music out of it all. I poet is a verb ~(: o)- Allets
p.s. great grammar and spelling - aces - a win!