Nyschele is my name
Writing poetry is my game
I can put in to rhyme anythin I feel
It can even be fake or real
I can put my whole lyfe in to a book
Everything I touch smell and see and look I have this amazing gift
To bring me up and lift
All my hurt and pain
Gain from years of confusion and illusion
Of I life I though was to be
But it was all just a distance memory.