my pen and paper

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life

 Staring at this empty page
Theres no words between the lines
This helps me to release the rage
The only way to settle my mind
Sometimes I feel trapped, like I’m locked in a cage
So I take out my pen, and write some words on the page
It’s the only way I can really think
Or just let my emotions go
I guess this makes me my own shrink
These words teach me what I don’t know
You may read something and think I’m crazy
But you can’t judge me, never, not even maybe
Writing helps me say what I would never speak out loud
The only way I can get my feelings out, it removes the cloud
What I write, I usually don’t let anyone see
But when I do, it kinda makes me feel free
Sometimes I sit down and I dunno what I’m writing
But even writing nonsense keeps me from fighting….
Every emotion repressed deep inside
Is everything about me that I’m tryna hide
I don’t let you see on my face what I got on my mind
Instead I lock it up and make it impossible to find
Even if you know me, the paper knows me better
The pen is my best friend, it lets me write every letter
And with every stroke I make progress
Kind of like the love making process
You think I’m talking nonsense, but that’s just what I do
If it makes sense to me then why would I care about u?
I love my pen and paper, cause they don’t ever judge me
I tell them my biggest secrets, and instead of hatin they just love me
I never have to worry about what they think or say
Cause they never talk back and they always brighten my day
Even when the sun doesn’t look my way
And mid conversation I don’t have anything to say
I can sit down and let go
Cause behind closed doors, sometimes I do let my emotions show
But only to my pen and paper…