Poetry = Life

They don't believe I own these words, these screams.
All I say comes from deep inside my heart.
My screams come from deep inside my soul's dreams.
All of this is true, every aching part.
I have to stop writing this poetry,
Or I'll no longer have secrets to keep.
Secrets that'd be the end of you and me.
Hopefully I'll never reach down that deep.
Writing poems is all that I'm good for, 
I have no other talent to display.
It's all I've got, I can give you no more.
So please do not take my last hope away.
It's really hard searching for my lost mind 
Poetry makes it easier to find.