I Bet I Can

The day I beat the depression is the day I stop writing poetry and start writing songs. Written 6/30/06.

I Bet I Can

i bet i can write a poem today

because the anger is welling up

the pain is writhing in my brain

i bet i can lie straight to your face

and say i am great, yep i am good

as i stare out this cloudy window pane

i bet i can go inside myself and wallow

for there is no use in reaching out

it's said the most talented are insane

i bet i can't make you understand

there's no real way to put into words

if i don't know why- then i can't explain

i bet i can go on and on this way

up and down like a puppet on a string

at the mercy of this elusive pain

i bet you'll never know the real me

see... i will give you what i want

anything else is just trying in vain

i bet this is what God gave me to cope

even if others don't see it that way

my gift to help my curse be slain

i bet i can write a poem today

because the anger is welling up

the pain is writhing in my brain