"Poetry"

I was told you're no longer real any more,
I was told you're only just a song.
A lyric that's felt solely in rhymes,
That writers weave through words
to always speak their minds
Many don't believe you exist any more,
Others see you as a hobbyist
who keeps on knocking on many doors.
But what I've always seen is a
friend that never gave up on me,
That perfect muse that has carried
me through the years from the
dungeon of insanity.