If you think I write for attention
You're wrong
It's for redemption
To spill all my faults onto a screen
Twist beauty from the obscene
Take an event of which I'm not proud
Pick five or six words from among the cloud
Of language around my head
Words that I should have said
And spell the occasion out
When I'm in doubt
By way of apology
That the person will never see
Because it's for me
A way to assure my mind
I'm not always so unkind
To place the sense of regret
With people I've never met
Rather than burden my friends
As I make my amends
I can distribute my pain
Into batches of binary so nothing remains
As an anchor to reality
Now do you kind of see?
It takes courage not to run
From this honest emotion I've spun
It's not alway much fun
But it's a challenge I need
Not about the reads
But so I don't flee
From this stranger that's me
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Okay, so this is for that random person who PMed me saying I was attention seeking.
I apologise for getting angry, and I hope this explains my position more clearly. I probably should have started out with this.
Alex xxx
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Under My Sofa
PoetryWhen I was little I wrote in the space under my sofa. Now I write on top of it. That's not poetic. I'm just too big to fit underneath anymore.
