As each day goes by my name flows through whispers in the air, lingering in people's ears.

The laughter from the outside echos withing my mind.

Trapped in this ring called life, I let the jokes punch me evey which way and never fought back.

I stand there defeated with my head held down.

Days turn into weeks, weeks build into months, and months form into years.

My pain still locked away never seeing sunlight.

I dare not part my lips and say how I feel inside.

Nevertheless, I let my feelings sho through my writing.

I let the words bleed from my pen onto paper, thus freein my inner pain.

I let it all out and I felt free.

Writing is my escape and relief.

Imagine, You Only Write Once;

Take the chance and pour it out.

Pain can not run through your veins forever.