I Was Asked Poem by Stacy Bea

i have been asked to write a poem out of my stlye, and not how i feel...
i wrote it but i couldnt relate to it...
he said to write it on here
i now say no

i can not write like that, i cant publish it.
yes i write about the pain and sorrow i have felt and yes it is all i can write.
you are my friend Kris but i draw the line here... you ask me to share the good things in my life... the only good within my life are these poems and cadets. but 2 hours 2 times a week isnt my life.
to make a child smile the poem was called, was it not?
to people i am a child, i will try to make this child smile.
but for now i dwell in my pain looking for the door out of the darkness within...