This is my escape from the lie I'm living
I used to write with a pen in hand but then when I traveled back to reality writing with a pen just isn't practical, my mother would notice that I'm not writing out an English paragraph
So I type
Type out my feelings
Even if their just fragments of what I'm trying to hide from the world

I type to save my troubled family
Inside our brick walls were more f--ked up then what you could believe
She sighs it off "you have no idea" she explains
Then show me.
I want you to show me

I type to find my friends
Their trapped in my school long after the bell rings
Their suck there, breathing in the expo markers, litterly and figuratively
Deciding weather their going to follow their own path or the one less traveled on

I Type to remind myself that I have feelings
Some days I know that cant possibly be true
I type to show myself I have some talent
I re-read an hour later
You cant imagine how many horrible experience I have deleted off my keyboard

And I type for you
Talent beyond all means
Cliché as it seems
Baby you’re my sunshine
Making me feel like the 8 year old in the sunflower dress
Stepping into my mothers old life
Her molding the edges out with a fine-tooth comb
You make me happy.

I type because amazing poetry does not have to have fantastic adjectives like essays MUST have
I type because I read six billion secrets and cant believe my life isn't that f--ked up but I feel the same
I type because its my escape
I type because this is my escape from this lie I'm living