my poems pt 1 of 2

My poems give me a way to say what may today be on my mind. They both pave the path I wish to convey and help me to unwind. At times I kind of hate them. But I almost always hate myself. Because sometimes they undermine me, as they are much too full of wealth. Not of gold but information, and my overall mental health. You'll find in them what I confine within me if you read them yourself. Consider yourself lucky if you are one of the very few People i've felt close enough to that I've actually let you view Into my brain but before any thoughts you might try to construe remember that when it comes to luck it comes with not one type but two Without them, even though I want to, Its not easy for me to find The words I need quickly enough that to speech they can be assigned But in them my words have the benefit of time to have been refined However they have the restriction that certain words must be rhymed As well as sometimes having many measures that are very well timed As is the case in this if you have all the syllables each chimed Seventeen sixteen, seventeen sixteen, and I just saw I messed up The two and third stanzas cuz they go backwards Im such a fuckup But at least I am not a fuck down, like wh