Poetry is therapy, it lets my emotions run free.
Something that takes over me, it's always there, but not everyone can see.
Invisible to the human eye, always there for me when i cry.
Emotions running through my mind, on this paper they're defined.
Never thought in a million years, that my own therapist would always be here.
Sitting on my closet shelf, awaiting the problems that need to be dealt.
These papers that hold my tears, my wants & needs throughout the years.
Depression, anger, happiness, & fear,
All those emotions sitting in here.
All my problems you got me through, without poetry i dont know what i would do.
My secret emotions stored in here safely,
Poems are my great discovery.
It always listens, but never talks back,
My therapist for life, it's as simple as that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.