My Northern Lights
I am happy of who I am.
Their is not a alternate fantasy.
Emotions swell inside me.
I know what my purpose and goals are
And they don't reach that far.
In my mind I think I'm fine.
When they think I'm not.
They try get me to sit on the chair as they listen.
To tell them of my problems.
I'm sorry but will not.
Writing is my therapy.
Writing is my solution.
I create another world.
Please don't try to tell me to stop.
For it will destroy everything.
Just listen as my heart explodes.
Sends all kind of colours shooting across the midnight sky.
This is my northern lights and I want them to shine bright.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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