Beginning

I've always loved to write

ever since I was young

My paper understood me

no questions to be hung

 

Drawing letters with my ink pen

My story shouted, my story told

Paper never points out my mistakes

Or my ability to be bold

 

I could say what was on my mind

Express pain from my heart

No need for me to be happy and kind

Or to try and get a head start

 

I hid my face and my identity

I wanted to be unseen

No one to judge the real me

I'm different every scene

 

I guess I have to write

So that I do not get lost in life

To show my confusion and struggle

And relieve the burdens of strife

 

It will forever uphold my sanity

It will be forever mine

Writing words upon my paper

Writing line after line

 

 

 

 

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