• You think that just because,
    I write a poem thats sad,
    I have no faith, no will to live.
    Not enough to keep me through.

    Its people that are like you,
    That make me write such things.
    You think you know a person,
    From just a few short words.

    I'm a happy, cheerful person,
    If you get to know me.
    If you read my poetry,
    You'll think that I'm quite sad.

    But you dont know the real me.
    The me I keep from you.
    If you want to say those stinging words,
    Learn the facts, dont just guess.