I write instead of cry,
I turn my tears into a rhythm and rhyme,
it's such a harmless crime.

I shut up instead of speak,
when my temper gets the peak,
I fume in silence until I freak.

I smile instead of curse,
because there isn't any polite word I can purrs,
I'm not happy, I'm slurs.

I be crazy when I love,
this heart rarely beats so excuse my fluff,
do I hear some guff?