But, she creates;
Her own self-therapy;
Mostly when she's filled with anger;
Sometimes when she feels glee.

When she writes, she can good or evil;
But, her art;
Is mostly composed; 
Of nature and hearts.

Isn't it odd;
How we deal;
With things that we would and would not;
Rather feel?

But, sometimes it's useless;
To try to change a person;
With a hard head;
It fills me with fear that my day will worsten.

For, I don't enjoy;
Being upset;
It is a very disturbing;
Way to get.

But, I have to find a way;
To express my mind;
Because holding things in;
Is to myself, unkind.