Under the Influence pt 4 👽

I often wonder how life would be

without having the outlet of writing poetry

I'd imagine my days would be full of gloom

I would probably suffocate from holding in these feelings

I don't try to dwell on what ifs

so instead I'd like to dedicate some words

to everyone who ever influenced me to write

Thanks to .....

Everyone who ever ridiculed me

I never wore the uniform of the norm

I always felt different than others

Being a shy timid kid

I was a sitting duck for bullies

I was too afraid to defend myself

I'd rather ignore conflict than explore it

I never told my parents I just wrote about it

I never told my friends I just wrote about it

I filled up pages with my anguish

If you caught a sneak peek of what I was writing

I would lie and say it was a short story

My imagination has always been active

The truth was too hard to tell

It's embarrassing to have others fight your battles

Because you are too scared to fight your own

My pen was the only one I'd confide in

And when I eventually grew tired

Of cowarding and showed some courage

I never forgot who led me to the pen

It was all the bullies who had an appetite

To torment me because I was perceived as weak

I hate to give you all credit

I'll take the high road anyway

I'm not too proud to say

You were part of the reason I found my outlet

You were part of the reason why

I became under the influence ....

Motivation+ Pain +Pen = The end