It's not just words scribbled on paper

It's more of a feeling from the inside...

Boiling so far down inside you waiting to come out

Cause for so long you tried to hide behind these fine lines...

Behind dark shadows, and cloudy, unreconizable faces

You hid yourself from the outside...

Living in silence for so long, and fear

As the rage built up ferociously on the inside...

The way that you moved your hands on the paper

Scribbling more than words closely more to a picture...

Pouring your feelings from the pen as you wrote rapidly

The tensed feelings now a picture are you... your relflection in the mirror...