This Is The Noise Before I Deliver My Voice

This Is The Beer To Subdue My Fear

This Is My Stage To Liberate My Raage

This Is How I Mourn For All Those Gone That I Regretfully Scorned

This Is My Imaginary Friend To Converse With Me Till The End

This Is From My Head To Convince Me That I'm Not Dead

These Are My Senses Coming Back To Me To Hurdle Over My Mental Fences

These Are My Hands To Create An Artistic Performance As If I Conducted A Hundred Bands

This Is A Release From Anxiety Made From My Life's Colorful Variety

This Is My Pain That My Body Endures But Never Experiences The Gain

This Is A Song That I've Dreaded To Sing For So Long

And Here Is My Palm Collecting The Tears I've Dropped From A Lifetime Of Wrong

This Is My Qualm Before I Ever Get Calm

Poem By @Usefpour