My Weapon of Choice

And if in the fight
They ask what I want
My poetry is gonna be
My weapon of choice

'Cause who can stand
The sadness of my life
Who can survive
The attack of my dark heart?

For I stay with my poems
'Til the very end
'Cause before I was alone
And nowadays I am still the same

My poems aren't sad
They are happy in their way
Sad is who read it
But is too dumb to understand

I wrote this poem some time in July/2008, in response to all these people who say my poetry is sad.