Writing is and isn't my peace
Because I can't write fast enough
Desire to pour it out on paper
Look at it
Disect it
Taste it and digest it
Consuming my brain brings clarity
I'm not scared of me
It's my therapy
Cuz the shrinks can't eat what they see
(8-3-08)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem