Is it really so bad,
that I let it out,
in a few well chosen words,
rather than an angry shout?

Is it really so bad,
that my words were only talk,
never made into actions,
only ever poetic mock?

Is it really so bad,
that I wrote down what I was feeling?
Or are the thought’s in my head,
really that unappealing?

Is it really so bad,
that I made my misery into art?
My way to express myself,
and to let the healing start.

Is it really so bad,
that you read my work.
That you know what I was thinking,
and about my little emo quirk?

Is it really so bad?

Jane Meyer

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/font-color-darkviolet-is-it-really-so-bad/