My parents don't get it
I write these poems
to get away form
The world
they keep me from
going insane
I write
all my hate
and exasperation
on these pages
I wrote
everything good
and bad
about my day
and my life
I may be different
But I can still write
All I need
is 5 minutes,
a pen,
and my journal
After that,
my poems come alive
