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Create
My flesh bleeds red
As I cut lyrics in my skin
I’m much more emotional
Now than I’ve ever been
My voice is gone
But the ones inside my head,
They beg to be recognized
But creativity’s dead.
Still as I fight,
My emotions waging war,
Another’s words are empty
My soul’s crying out for more.
Onto the page
My hand spills infinite truth
To control the conflict
Only my own words would do
Peace settles in
Lyrics resound in my heart
My mental struggles transformed
Into something called art.
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Sometimes when you're feeling a particularly strong emotion, you consume art such as music, writing, or actual visual work that is created by others in order to make yourself feel better and know that someone else understands what you're feeling. However, sometimes the only way to truly feel and come to terms with your emotions is to create your own art, and that's why I wrote this poem.