Cathartic Self-Therapy

A random poem I wrote on the spot.

I purge my emotions on paper, 

Pen in hand,

I let go of my anger.

Everything I hold inside,

All the bottled-up emotions I hide,

I have to let it out somehow,

I begin to write, and just let it flow.

It's cathartic to me,

My form of self-therapy.

Much cheaper than a doctor

With no bitter pills to swallow.

I hold a lot inside

Though I know I should not.

All it does is hinder my heart, 

And causes my soul to rot.

...So I let everything out.

Purge myself of bitterness and hate,

Though it's never completely gone,

This is my fate...

So I'll write, and try my best,

Cleansing myself of all the rest~