What I Love Poem by Bryce King

I want to do what I love.
I want to have people know how much I care,
For what I do in dare.
I live on writing.
I feed on singing.
I breath acting.
To be happy I have to do these.
Like a gentle breeze,
To me it frees,
When you can do what makes you glad.
Try to make others unfeel the sad.
If they can get a small amount,
Of good from you without a doubt,
Than that's writing.
That's singing.
That's acting.
That's what I love.