I am a poet...
A free spirit
With thoughts
That can't be controlled

I put it onto paper.
Words and letters
Words of which others are scared
Of even having them inside their heads
Words which others can't express

I always did that.
Even back in sixth grade
I have written poems.

A poem about summer
A poem about spring
Thoughts brought onto paper
sounding much wiser

A school project it was
They were asking me how I wrote.

But how do I explain something to them?
That I don't even understand myself?
I sink into thought
Tear myself apart
Searching for answers
That I could never find

I had no advice.
No magic formula
Nothing
I just did it.
I did something.

The words just flew onto the...