The words I write are all mine,
Often the true meanings concealed,
What others read within my rhymes,
More often is not what I feel,
Just as “crying eyes” means “fading soul”,
Or maybe it means “for all to see”,
“Holding on” could mean “letting go”,
Just as a “prison” could be “setting free”,
I write this way in personal secrecy,
For the meanings are all my own,
The pretty rhyme is for others to read,
Leaving what’s hidden in me alone,
It’s no secret plan or conspiracy,
Nothing hiding just behind the scenes,
Only a little piece of me,
I can look upon and see “used to be”,
Take what you read within these lines,
And make them mean what you need,
If it helps to build you from inside,
Just don’t allow yourself to be misconceived,
I write these out to pass my time,
And make some sense of my life,
Sometimes I write when I feel like crying,
And then sometimes I just write,
The words I write are all my own,
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