No title No poetry

I want to hear her screams
i want to hear her cry
but tomorrow i want to see her smile.
Im not asking for much
nor am i begging on my knees
I dont want to kill her
only hear what she is hiding.
Not only am i trying to help
im also mentally scaring herself.
I know i mess up
but i cant help it.
The water that flows from out her eyes
the high pitch that seems to shout
from her voice box.
And when the next day comes
she just smiles
smiles like nothing ever happen.
It makes me laugh
it makes me jump up from joy.
Although i seem to be mess up in the head,
i do enjoy a good scary.
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I understand poetry is freedom of expression. That it helps you express your emotional troubles or just like to write them. I know how it can help pour your feelings out. It can be happy or sad. Like some of mines creepy and depression. Who knew creative thoughts come from different people. Who knew what wonders could come out of them. Its surprise myself on what i can do.