Poetry.

Ive sat writing, typing, imagining
for all these years
poem after poem
bringing solace to
those who have
found a comfort
or a familiarity
in my work.
yet what have I gained?
putting my memories
and pain into words
creating what
most call "art"
But I still live in my childish fears
still cry behind closed doors
still fight the same battle
everyday...

I was told writing
was a form of therapy
and though creative
im still weak...
using my pains
and frustrations
to create poetry
to impress others
using what should
be a release
to feed the disease.