Poetry and me

Why I write

As I sit here and over think every single transaction
I've come to realize, that I feed off of dissatisfaction
Peace and bliss are mighty fine, but unsupportive to the cause
Madness and strife on other hand, help lift the albatross
With depression and anger, words of beauty flow with ease
happiness, while a nice idea, steps on creativity
The more evil I see, the more good I can speak
My poems become a gospel, listen as I preach
All pain, no matter what, can be written away with rhyme
The tears you cried, wiped away, in the style of a line
Put your anger in the pen and it shall set you free
Explore the demons you hold inside, and write your destiny