Poetic Therapy

"So, how does that make you feel?," she asked.
"How much am I paying you for this?," I replied

Writing poetry is a lot like that
With every stroke of the pen
You see where your minds at
Without any rules
Our minds are off the rails
There are no rights or wrongs
No successes or fails
Doesn't matter if it's the truth
Or a story you tell
The reader learns about you
A little bit of truth leaks as well
Our poetry is an open page
The reader learns
Our weaknesses and rage

You live your life
People can't see what you feel
You go through the motions
Unsure of what's real
Everything changes
With pen in hand
This is where we writers
Make our final stand
We may fool everyone
But if this world we depart
Only our readers know
What's truly in our hearts