Sanity
Meh, something I came up with a while ago.
My own poetry is what keeps me sane; in check with the world. I cannot fathom what I would be without this bestowed gift. The way I cope with what is on my mind is to get lost in thought. Channeling emotions that no one else has witnessed, my true self shows its colors.
All I ask for is a chance; a chance to show who I can really be. A chance to have someone that will accept the real me. I want to be able to experience feelings I have never truly felt before.
I want to love and be loved.