Poems

I write so many.

I write them all the time.

Maybe stop speaking regular.

Start talking in rhymes.

It’s like therapy.

Get it all off my brain.

Without WordPress;

might go insane.

You want to be nice now?

It’s alright.

I am used to the negativity.

Projected on my life.

Everyone around me?

Acting mean.

I took the dirt you threw on me;

God made me clean.

She is threatening to kill my family.

They have made no arrests.

You all saw the proof.

Could use some assistance WordPress?