I'm too bad
Too wicked
For this world
I pulled back
Got my head straight
Then I wrote
A thousand poems
Wrote my heart and soul
But still, I bled
I felt useless too many times
But then they read these words
And made me smile
Poetry is my gift, my life
I found importance in it
And I'm not letting it go
I'm too good
Too vulnerable
For your world
Nobody's nice
I fled away
Was never found
