Piece of Paper

Everytime I get upset
I get a piece of paper.
I write a poem and make a bet
that I'll be doing the same thing later.

Others need help.
Others want attention.
All I want is to keep to myself
and keep a repetition.

Bad times
and sad lies
make good rhymes
and lost crys.

Paper is my priest.
I tell from secrets to sins.
From the like to very least;
To the loser who wins.

Its not that I don't trust you;
because you are the best.
Your better than paper, you are the new.
By new I mean your the poem on paper that puts my heart to rest.