I write in this old composition notebook... pouring heart and mind into the pages

Letting the pen do the talking that I can't bring myself to say

Freeing the spirits trapped inside me, weighing me down

Releasing the burden others have put on me into the pages

If the pages could speak....

So many voices would be heard..

Some shouting in anger

Some wheeping

Some simply questioning

The pages bleeding so that I don't have too