I let my feelings flow,
And crash onto the paper down below.
Telling how I feel,
Every tale I say is real.
This paper and pen my choice tools,
That help me show you how I broke all the rules.
When I am sad or missing someone dear,
When I am mad, displeased or full of fear.
When my eyes pour tears and smudge the ink,
When I smile ear to ear because I found the missing link.
You will know exactly how I felt and exactly what I saw,
You will know exactly what I meant.
I am a mature poet with feelings flying free,
I am a young man helping the world understand me.
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