All the things that made you suffer
Made you better that before.
All the things that made you happy
Filled your life with something to enjoy.
All around we see so many stories
Do repeat them, some are made of gold.
All around we see so many troubles
Try to solve one, be so bald.
All our life we try to be somebody
Never being truly honest to ourselves.
All our life we ruin our body
Never trying to recycle inner mess.
poetry for self-relief 