Times when I feel horrible,
Times when I am feeble,
Times when I fumble
I just let my heart bleed through my pen.

Nobody likes me,
I am just a sad and boring little girl,
Who loves to write.
And I know it is extraordinary to write.
Writing is the key to my emotional Eldorado,
As it unlocks the doors to several worlds.

Sad times,
When I imagine myself flawless,
When I wish I wasn't hopeless,
But unfortunately I am homeless.

I am left alone,
Like a destitute.
In this nefarious world,
Where many have maladies in their hearts.

Sad times,
When I am agitated,
When I am frustrated,
And at the same time dejected,
Because I feel rejected.

Keeping me alive is writing.
All it entails is expression.
And just like an awesome painting,
It is extraordinary.
It is expressive.

Sad times,
Times when I am depressed,
Times when I lose hope in the quest,
Times when I ask God if this is a test,
As I try my best,
To be like the rest.
But I have to suggest,
That this is not a contest.
Though I am being oppressed,
By those who make jest.

But sometimes,
I am jubilant.
Because I believe!
That as long as I am alive and healthy,
I can be wealthy.
Sad times are temporary,
But they are necessary.

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