MY KIND

I lay awake with blood-shot eyes

It's midnight and I'm craving to put my thoughts into words.

I can write about oceans or stars

Or about the illusion of love.

I can see how the words come to life.

Watch them bring you down

Or lift you up,

But it's all in my hands.

My kind can bring tears to your eyes

Without sacrificing a drop of mine.

The eyes of my kind,

Can pierce right through your glamour and 

Make you vulnerable to my mere presence.

I am a poet and if I take the decision.

I can make or break you.

The writer is a grade 7 student in Sunbeams School.