This is what happens when I'm bored... Wretched poetry.

Whenever I talk, my voice starts to quake
Whenever I act, I make a mistake
When I try to type? Thousand typos a day.
But then when I write.. the words come out to play.

Very early in life I grew accustomed to words,
Writing down feelings like sentences were swords.
I didn't understand it when they loved them, you see;
It was only natural!.. Well, natural for me.

I won some crappy contests at a very young age
They clapped at all my rhymes and found my synonyms sage..
Words are my loves, they're my life, vent and such;
Though I'll always wonder why they loved those bad poems so much.

this is most definetly not crap its absplutly amazing i like it and this is coming from a fellow writer.